The following lines express the feelings of an old man who, at every stage of his life, finds himself vexing between two ends; not able to trust anybody or choose the dexterous stuff. The whole write-up, in the form of a poem, takes the reader through all the obvious happenings of one’s life.
Disclaimer:All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Again a new beginning,
Again a new day,
But I know this wait,
Will end in the labyrinth of faith.
The story started way back,
When I enjoyed being on my mother’s lap,
And others’ efforts to lure, went in a pack,
As I doubted their every knack.
The days of crawling were gone,
Came hurriedly the ebullient storm,
which carried with it, different norms,
About people, surroundings and sweet corns.
I made many pals in my school days,
But wonder about the wrong chase,
Never took seriously that important phase,
Which bought along with it, misguiding rays.
Then came the moments of flamboyant juvenile,
Which had ambitions longer than the Nile.
Mind knew that it had to go miles,
But ignoring the spurious files from the old pile.
The course of life was diverting at every act of distrust,
And so I had to remove the surfeit dust,
In order to prevent the new poppings from rust.
And then I understood that it is a must.
Shades of light started changing,
I heard bees humming,
Also saw the flowers blooming,
Felt like promulgating.
Was waiting for the only one,
With whom life would be an absolute fun.
Didn’t know that in the course of such sate
I would find myself in the labyrinth of faith.
Understanding, understanding and more understanding,
Felt like the world was revolving,
Finally found one soul blending,
And I started subliming.
Everything was in place,
When I was enjoying with her, life’s every race,
One day she withdrew her pace,
As I laid her soul at rest taking with me, her adorable face.
Now this old heart doesn’t allow that perfect gait,
There is strength, neither to gape nor to wait,
This soul pleads for a peaceful state,
Through the heaven’s gate.
I’m skeptical about the Almighty’s wish,
Don’t know what will be in His wand’s swish,
But when I think of His majestic lathe,
I find myself in the labyrinth of faith.
