“when I turn my back
and watch closely..
the ladders of my life, i stepped up..
the queue of incidents .. happened to me
I find myself
weaving dreams
to fly very high
struggling every moment
and yet watching myself
drowning ..
into the deep ocean of tears
and failure ..
It showed a streak of hope..
every time
shining like gold..
hope for the fulfillment
of the desires
I could see myself
trying hard
to clutch the momentary joys
to save laughter for long
and to win
…
yet deceived by fate
feeling emptiness and dryness of hope
and when
I killed all my dreams ..
for next step..
I could watch life
to con me again
with a fresh desire
to smile again..
and when I know .. what game it played
yet ..
I cant recognize
what is it in me?
so filling and positive?
a surge of new hope
for some thing better..
I cant help it..
even if I know
it is self deception
..
it is..
a mirage”
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shaandaar, mind-blowing,outstanding,standing ovation to such writing skills.each word is knitted lyk a grand mother’s sweater knitting style.
HUH Kaushal ..x-(
Inspiring poem.Hope conquers fear,,failure and tears.Have a wonderful new year.jalal
Thank you very much for liking Jalal 🙂
You too have a happy and wonderful year ahead…