Journey of Life

Everything is just a memory of golden times,

Now even the pleasantries hurt sometimes.

Never knew this life’s journey would shape up this way,

Was not yet prepared to leave and go away.

Yet this is what has to happen and this is what I shall do,

I know it will not be easy, but I am sure I will make it through.

This life beyond no-one can tell.

This unpleasant road, which we have to travel.

Leading us into the darkness, away from light,

Killing our hope, hampering our sight.

All my life I wondered, the purpose of birth?

To achieve what we came to this earth?

Now I realize it is only to be born and then die.

Find happiness, feel sorry and then one day say good bye.

Yet in this meaningless life, we find reasons to feel sorry to go.

We cry, we regret we do things, reasons to which we don’t even know.

Then we complain we didn’t live long enough.

We complain that this life to us was very rough.

And we wish to be born and to live again.

Go through all the sorrows, go through all the pain.

And re-live this life, which just went in vain.

Waste another lifetime in trying to attain, a life.

We are born with nothing, we go with nothing.

Yet we spend this life trying to win everything.

-Abhinava Sharma “Deep”