THE NEVER ENDING RACE

Why do I run?
What do I chase?
When will it end?
This never ending race.

This never ending race,
To become the best;
This never ending race,
To be ahead of the rest.

This never ending race,
To reach goals unknown;
To persist on a path,
Glimpses of which are only shown.

I know not why I started on this race,
On this endless quest I know not when;
When tomorrow comes at the price of today,
You cannot live in the past, now can you then?

But now I want to stop,
This race has been too much for me;
Have lost lots of people I loved,
And lots of friends to be.

“But you just can’t quit..”
Thundered a voice from above;
“Please let me go..”, I cried,
“For the sake of all you love.”

“But to quit you have to die,
That is the price one pays;
For having started on this race,
That is what our rule book says.”

“I agree to die just let me go”,
I cried as I slowed down my pace;
Trying in vain to conjure reasons,
Why I had but started on this race.

All I know is one has to die,
To end this endless race called Life;
To end its endless pains,
To end its endless strife.

How can one break ones' heart ?

How can one break ones’ heart?
How does one make one cry?
Once I tried to get your love
Now my eyes are sad and dry.

I loved you then, I love you now
But did you ever love me?
I dreamt of you, I still dream of you
But did you ever dream of me?

A thousand times I wished you were mine
Did you wish such a single time?
I never had the courage to tell you
Did you not see my love a single time?

When I told you of the love I have
You simply told me no;
I have stayed back since waiting for you
But where did you go?

Much time has passed and you are gone
And I sit here sad and forlorn;
Remembering the times together we spent
Trying to catch hold of moments already went.

If you ever do remember me
Please spare a tear for all my cry;
Once I tried to get your love
Now my eyes are sad and dry.

The Birth of a Poem

A poem not yet written
But which has me smitten;
A poem still in my mind
Parts of which I still cannot find;
The start and the end
Are still open for amend;
But the poem as a whole
Still unclear is its role;
Its role in this world
Has still not been unfurled;
In this world ruled by prose
Why a poem did I choose?
For a poem to toil and labor
What fruit will I savor?
As I keep thinking
In my mind the poem is twinkling;
Ready to just come out
A seed ready to sprout;
But what is this...does it sound like a poem?
A ceremonious birth or a sad quite requiem;
It is me. Your child
Said the poem at last;
The one you nurtured
And in your mind had cast;
I have finally bloomed and flowered
Thanks to the love and care you have showered;
But why do you hesitate
About my inevitable fate?
I am after all you
A reflection anew;
Of your mind and your thought
Of the demons you have fought;
Of the things you hold dear
And to loose what you most fear;
So why bind me in yourself
Let me be free;
Why just a seedling
Let me be a tree;
A tree of a poem
In a land of prose;
A tree of your thought
Of what you chose;
It was then I felt
A burning desire;
To have the poem rise
Over mundane fire;
Like a phoenix it rose
Over the ashes of my thought;
And it is now the poem
Which to you I have brought.

The Adult Role !

When I was in school
Oh..the good old school days;
I do not know why but
I had a desire to get out;
To get out of the study room
To get out of the uniform;
To get out of the morning pray
To get out of the daily dorm;
I prayed day in
And I prayed day out;
To be a little older
To be a little stout;
Ye..god did listen
The benevolent soul;
And I found myself
In a farewell role;
Dressed in my best
Happy as can be;
That is when the reality
Came and hit me;
In a moments twitch
Everything was gone;
From my friends and teachers
To the classes forlorn;
Yes...I was free
But when was I not;
Now I have to roam alone
Under the sun, red and hot;
Now I pray day in
And day out;
To be a little less older
To be a little less stout;
But god doesnt listen
What happened to the benevolent soul?;
As I find myself
In an adults role.