Hope

There is a journey…

It starts from a sight. Or maybe from a word.

A phrase, a sentence or anything new that has come into your life.

You see it, not just for what physical form it has,

But for what it means to you.

A new job, a new teacher at school

or maybe a new toy that you have got.

You dream… of a world that this thing,

This sight that has presented itself before you

For the first time, can take you to.

Then you understand that this world is not so far away after all.

It is tangible, so near and so real –

You wish for it. You want to touch it – its feel

Then all of a sudden – you can’t live without it…

It is in your thoughts, all the time

In every breathe – “It will be mine”

You fall in love, with something so unknown

Unaware – that you will be torn…

One fine day, expectations disappear

You meet your worst fear

What could have, would have and should have dies

“What is”, comes in its place… sighs

You see the reality, you touch it and feel it

You realize that it is just shit!

It starts with a feel of loss. “I wanted much more!”

Then you find out, the reality is actually sore

“Oh no matter, I can handle things”

You have no idea, what disaster it brings

“This is sheer torture”, you cry…

To get rid of it, you can only try

Then you realize – this is forever

You moan and cry… atleast for something better

Alas! All in vain! You are helpless…

Your life is in total mess…

Engulfed you are by frustration

Dried out completely of all emotion

As barren as desert your life becomes

You take it all as it comes

For there is no other choice

You don’t even have a voice

Some say it is about your perception

“Screw you and your perception!”

Low on confidence, devoid of faith,

You are sure that your life is a waste

And your poet has nothing to tell you

Atleast not now…

But someday in future just look up these words

And recall – this is what the blogger said all along

An angel will come along and take you to a world

That you had forgotten for so very long

It is not escape, it is not paradise

It something so much more beautiful

No longer will you hear any lies

Understand that your day are going to be fruitful

Who is that angel? You will never know

The wait for her is probably the sweetest thing in life

When you see her you won’t bow

But she will give you till your heart will suffice

What is it she give you?

Why ofcourse, the most wonderful thing in the universe

Hope

(And trust me, from there on things are worth the wait!)

Love