Dilemma........

Its strange how often we die and how rare we live
every moment we live with a sadness in our smile....

no matter how far, how long it takes
but one foot still bound to the past,
pulling us back to our very origin....

how often we run, how often we hide
within the fake mask we lie,
but no matter how hard, we never find the end
we never realize its a viscous circle...

how often we meet, how often we love
still when they are gone, we keep moving on but the memories keeps haunting.....

its strange what we make our life
the smile, the hope, the love, the rain
every moment still keeps us going
one foot in our past and one in the future and our heart in dilemma.......

Reviews

[Jack...]

Your poem carries a lot of truths my friend. But it is those experiences and those memories that make us who we are. Nicely done.

[Jitender Kaur]

yes i agree its experiences and memories that makes us.... thanks for your review.. i appreciate it :)