Life...here i come!!!

Well i am back real soon...sooner that i myself expected (let alone anyone else)!!!

I got a really important piece of advice that i plan to religiously follow...the veterans told me to that i need to be more focussed in my approach...well i thought this was one place where that was not not needed:(
Anyway so much for that...i promised to bring something more concrete to my readers (to bang their heads against) and i can never stop my myself from fulfilling my promises:)

Since my first post left a lot of people disappointed then here it is for them...guys this is for you (they know who...)

well a little background first...i wrote this poem during my traning for my present company on a weekend when i had nothing better to do...this was also the last poem i wrote before i ran out of inspiration to write any again for the next two years...anyway thats not important...what goes next is.

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Life Itself

He began his journey with a heart full of hope and a determined face,
but he soon realised that life is not a bed of roses.
He's trying to make everything fall in place,
but he just can't answer all the questions it poses.

With obstacles aplenty and the waters troubled,
now he has nothing to hold onto and he sits alone, huddled.
Picking up the rocks life is presenting to him with no strength at his call,
he is trying to build a bridge but running into the perpetual wall.

With pieces of his world lying scattered around him,
he's standing amongst ruins when he wanted to walk tall.
Plunging into the darkness below with no end in sight,
he is holding onto his life trying to break his own fall.

He is gasping for life, a life he can call his own,
still fighting a vain fight with unflinching fear.
A salty streak runs down his face.
He does not know if its sweat or a solitary tear.

He looks back at the times goneby,
and asks himself one question...why?
For all he tried to gain in fame and fortitude,
he lost all he had and all that is left is his solitude.

Where from does he come and where to does he go?
With nothing to hold onto and nothing to show.
His march to glory, is this what he chose?
He now wishes to end his tale of unending woes.

He does not know what's waiting for him on the other side.
He has everywhere to run but nowhere to hide.
Forced his way out of the river of happiness to the ocean of sadness,
he's paying with his life for that one moment of madness.

Then like a flickering candle in the wailing wind,
in the blinding shadows is a shining beacon of light.
His body aches and begs him to stop,
but he is willing enough to put up one last fight.

A glimmer of strength, a trace of hope rises in him,
and it pushes him forward to the final bend, the defining end.
He wants to feel firm ground beneath his feet and touch the sky.
All he wants now is to be at peace with himself and let his spirit free to fly.

And then suddenly the clouds part above him and on him the sun shines.
He wonders if this is the vision for which his heart pines.
He takes a step towards his dream and smells the air.
His soul rejuvenates and he knows he is finally there.

He remembers the torrid time when he was all by himself,
but he can now at last look forward to love, happiness and Life itself

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Well so much for that...hope you liked it!!!
This is one of my favourites...I read it when i am sitting alone sometimes...it kind of gives me something to think about...all is not lost...it's never as bad as u think...keep working at it...just hang in there. You get the drift right...and then i put my notebook down and go to sleep over the lessons learnt so that i can revisit them later :)

While you might want to read it again to see what i am saying;)...its me signing off,

Until next time...keep rocking!!!
Sameer