if success were easy
it would be common
to a fault, with no one
vying to attain it
that’s why so many of us
leave the journey
midway, when it seems
farther, unattainable
success is a slow jog
run breakneck, and give
up the dream, to ever
witness the joy
it’s a steady stream
that you get inch by inch
one foot ahead of
other, like a marathon
am i worthless now
to be discarded heartless
never to be remembered
ever again
what used to be confidence
is replaced with fear
all these eyes can see now
is failure
am i worthless now
with the world moving on
why would they have space
for news old
with these feet shaking
but with a mention of fate
seemingly agreeing
they can’t dance anymore
am i worthless now
for the truth is clear
what was once a legend
is lost forever
another year another chance
another life another dance
another destiny another hope
another dream another rope
a dread spread throughout
for a decision can change life
regret will be the only friend
and the wound will be rife
but isn’t it better if it’s me
who is responsible for his own
mistakes that are made on the way
instead of blaming people unknown
so let me face my failure
for success is elusive but nigh
give up myself for a shortcut
my god you must be high
a laughing stock for everyone
that’s all i am anymore
made a fool again, and then some
disheartened to the core
what was it that i did to you
was it really my folly
or was it a ploy to humiliate me
for my tears made you jolly
are you happy with my misery now
did it bring you joy
or are you another misery yourself
and this happiness, just a ploy
to listen to everyone
with no thoughts
to your thoughts
rambling away their lives
just so you can put on
a face of resemblance
semblance to the ideas
that otherwise are thrown
away, not around
to indulge insanity
momentarily and forgetting
to set a clock against
pain and suffering
from incoherence stretched
for eternity and beyond
wishing all the while
to have the strength
to say – shut up
what has become of life
if not a caricature
living the same day, everyday
and still can’t curse nature
for the fault is but my own
and the mistakes, all mine
and yet i pine to blame else
even cursing the powers divine
how do i get out of this maze
my patience has run out
am i being played with
or is it wolf i shout
your essence gone
all that’s left behind
lingering aroma
a constant struggle to survive
the daily curveballs of life
a fluttering stomach, uneasy mind
leaving all comforts behind
