Saturday 29 August 2009

I am scared !

Dear blog

Following poem is an account of the anxieties my heart carries these days. The uncertainties of the life that lies ahead surely affects the mood of this poem. I am sorry for blogging really upsetting poems of late. But that's how my words are shaping into ... Can't help it ! So here's what I wrote :


When I started realising that
A hand was there to hold me-
A hand to reach out to,
When I'm not sure of the path ahead me,
I found out that it's time
To march alone and be a hand in someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
I was blessed with some angel-friends who took care of me-
Angels who brought sunshine to my life,
When I was scared to step out in the dark,
I found out that it's time
To be an angel and brighten up someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
A flower was there just for me-
A flower, always adding fragrance to my path,
When I was not sure of the air my soul was breathing in,
I found out that it's time
To be my own fragrance and add beauty to someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
My mentor was my God's best bet for me-
A mentor, whom I can look up to,
When I'm not sure how does a perfect being look like,
I found out that it's time
To strive for perfection and be a mentor in someone else's life

When I started realising that
I got the Best Maths teacher God ever sent-
A teacher who balanced the account of my life,
Adding joys and subtracting sorrows every time,
I found out that it's time
To bid good bye and plot the co-ordinates of someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
God grant me the best possible life-
A life which taught me how to lose gracefully,
And still never to remain a loser,
I found out that it's time
To change the track and also the world in which I reside ...

It's not just another evening ...
It's not just another silent night ...
It won't be just another morning tomorrow ...
In the School Of Life !

I'm scared to wake up on a morning
Which is not so fine,
I'm scared to wake up in a world
Which is not so mine ...
Don't push me into another world of some other kind,
I belong to the world which is here ...
Let me be here only ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

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