Downfall

Fall and rise are part of life, few give up yet some learn and stand tall...

Downfall

All dream-destinies for a better tomorrow

Turn ideas into reality, huge loans they borrow

Troubles knock everyone’s door, you’re not alone

Look around, feel unheard cries; World…full of sorrow

When success comes and hits life
everyone is utterly on different skies
even those whom we never knew, are close
Time seems frozen, life turns as a beautiful red rose

Life can throw you in smoldering hell
all the doors clogged, no path left to dwell
Sitting petrified, bitter memories with prosaic soul
world tarnished, money vanished, no one to propel

Deep, dark thoughts running in our minds
Sometimes find a way to abolish your soul
To the misery stuck on you, nothing left for fight
Was this the reason we touched opulent heights

Everyone hates, blame, curses, enjoy abusing you
Even your own self in its own way, is annoyed too
Magic of life is going back in time, watching movies
Often sad, some fun and few packed with glories

How can the world disregard, wondrous histories we made

 myriad lives we touched, flaming sun we provided shades
We only thought to make the world better place
Now they look at us with abhorrence, our hard work has fade

Yesterday squandering millions, today not a single penny
damn felt blessed with her presence, first one left was Jenny
Tensions start pummeling brain, merely luxury left was smoking

 Lifestyle revolutionized so swiftly, strange mystery left provoking

99% of life is painted with poignant tales
1% of life brings us magic of feeling ecstatic 
consider failure God’s wish, accept without malice
Downfall an eradicator, its life's we’ve to gracefully face

 

It’s not only you, history is full of characters

One day they were king, next in vagrant’s attire

Treasures are left where they belong

All they took with them was their dirty desires

 

A. Amos

Author's Note

Reviews

[KAin]

Destiny is not a fickle thing... What is weak is man's ability to understand it. We can lose ourselves, stepping backwards into the rapid-moving river of fate, and be lashed by emotions on the way, and then drown in circumstances beyond our control. But despite this, there's value in human determination. You've touched on many things in this poem, friend, but these themes are what stood out for me. Keep writing.

[A. Amos]

Thank you Landred, I love your depth insight and words of your wisdom means allot for me.

[Mira ThePoetess]

I like that review .... quite profound Landred

[Traci]

Such an intense piece of art, filled with wonderful words of wisdom throughout. Your talent never ceases to amaze me dear friend. I truly adore your work, as I do you, cherished poet. Favorited.

[A. Amos]

Thank you Traci, kindly accept my humble gratitude for your like and kind words...

[AYVID N]

Mindblowing and eye-opening words of wisdom and it is all so interestingly written, my eyes did not wander off the page even once, till I reached the concluding line.

[A. Amos]

Thank you Divya, humbly feel honor with your kind words...

[Simran Kewlani]

I love this! It is so beautifully written.
Keep it up. (:

[A. Amos]

Thank you Simran...

[John Ryan]

this leaves me speechless
yet it also reminds me of a certain speech of Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

[A. Amos]

Thank you John, you truly are a genius and a man who deeply loved to study. Truly feeling honor.

[A. Amos]

Ryan we are friends and you know I'm your true fan...your work always inspire me pure brilliance. I'm very humble for your kind words.

[Aethereal]

String theory says that our entire universe is composed of vibrating strings. "Castles may crumble and fall after all, for life's really funny that way..." Your poem with its ups and downs inspired me to write this tiny gift poem for you which you may keep as your own:

String Theory

By String Theory's protocol
every wave must rise-and-fall
to make some sense of it all.
So to walk, we first must crawl,
then we run; we have a ball.
In old age, we trip; we stall.
Things swing towards an empty pall.
Waves need both: The large, the small.

[A. Amos]

Thank you my dear, your one of the most talented and stylish reviewer...respect

[Ladysue]

The ups and downs of life can shake us, excite us and it makes us feel..rising in adversity is where growth begins. A very deep and powerful write..well done..

[A. Amos]

Thank you Ladysue

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Absolutely amazing write Amos. Corporate companies ruin so many things we hold sacred and rip us of dignity while they unashamedly prosper in their greed & wealth

[A. Amos]

Thank you so very much, nothing is more rewarding than your approval...means allot for me

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

My reward is reading your writings. You have a reason to be proud of your work
anne

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Wow. You are a powerful writer, with your own unique style. Words that really drew me in and relate to my life:

Life can throw you in smoldering hell
all the doors clogged, no path left to dwell

(ain't that right!)

[A. Amos]

Thank you Kena, for visit and kind words

[Larq]

How can the world disregard, wondrous histories we made
myriad lives we touched, flaming sun we provided shades
We only thought to make the world better place
Now they look at us with abhorrence, our hard work has fade

A contemplative piece-nothing can erase our fingerprints from the hearts of those we have touched. Not even their own denial. The energy resides forever. Your fingerprints are on the hearts of so many here-lasting impressions. The world can be so cruel indeed-yet you strive to connect and encourage-thank you.

[A. Amos]

Thank you Larq, on your deep insight on subject and sharing your wisdom.

[Luke L]

Beautiful melancholy piece, this is :)

[A. Amos]

Thank you Luke...