Lost in the crowds of mayhem,
desperate to find my way,
of needs and ends to meet,
stifled in the circle of temporary stay.
Risk and passion take me ahead,
need and wants pull me back,
Here I stand tortured in the midst
questioning my present track.
My life is precious and one
wants and accomplishments indefinite
Striking a balance and marching ahead
making life...a retreat.
dis one is real ultimate coz it suits every1 of us questiong our present situation
ReplyDeleteSigh..:(,...yes
ReplyDeleteI knew before hand what this poem would be about and gosh i was vindicated. Don't worry, just keep on pushing ahead , challenge the boundaries or just sit back.
ReplyDeleteRight Mate....
ReplyDeletevery nice ... give it a good title too :)
ReplyDeleteI wanted to keep it this way only...tats y no title...
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