Journey of Life!!A Poem by TMS.Shammie
Sitting by the beach,
I ponder upon the journey called life. While the sun sets beneath, Memories rush through my mind. I ask a simple question? How's it been, the journey called life. Suddenly I see a boy, Proally of the age five. Playing in the sand, Jumping and running around. His smile so pure, That even the heavens look down proud. Woosh!! My sends me back. I look upon a kid again, Proally of the same age as 5. Suddenly I realize, That its me as a child. As the childhood memories come alive, Those times that we enjoyed. The small fights of love, So careless the nature of life. The age of undying fun, I wish of such a life alive. The wish to breakaway is born, From this grown up world of selfish thoughts. Where the goal is only one, To be liked by all. By those we love, Selfish as they maybe. Living life to stay happy, Keeping the struggle alive. The struggle to reach the top, Fed by fears unknown alike. Fear of being disliked, Fear of being alone. An acceptance by society, To keep relationships untold. A question appears again, Why live such a life? I look at my watch, Its 10pm in the night. I get up to leave, Suddenly a group comes by. College kids I presume, As I look in their eyes. Each one of them beaming with thoughts. Some about the night, Some about life. My mind smiles to me, I ponder back in my life. When I was their age, The same thoughts that went by. Life is still the same, Even after so much time passes by. The phases of life still the same, Even after so much time passes by. Breaking away so difficult, Yet seemingly unnecessary at times. I don't know the journey ends, My mind still thinking about life. Hoping to settle at a point, Which would give the pleasure of living life. :) © 2012 TMS.Shammie |
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2 Reviews Added on April 1, 2012 Last Updated on April 1, 2012 AuthorTMS.ShammieMumbai, Maharshtra, IndiaAboutOne of Kind idiot.. who laughs on everything and talks about anything.. make me start n i wont be quite.. make me go n i wont come by.. make me think n i will be quite.. Note: The world thinks w.. more..Writing
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