Blog 013 - A Race called Life.
Somewhere, somehow,
And I don’t know when
It all began.
Was it for fun?
Or,
Was it for fame?
I saw people run,
Where and for what?
I didn’t know.
But it seemed fun!
So I put on my running shoes
And joined the race.
People crumpled
But I didn’t care.
Beautiful places passed by,
But I didn’t stop
The race continued
And I ran along.
Adrenaline is still pumping
And the race is on.
But I feel lost.
How long?
Or,
How far do I run?
Is there,
A finish line marked somewhere?
A dais set to welcome a hero?
A-Cup-of-Life.
Or,
Do I turn back?
And live life.
And I don’t know when
It all began.
Was it for fun?
Or,
Was it for fame?
I saw people run,
Where and for what?
I didn’t know.
But it seemed fun!
So I put on my running shoes
And joined the race.
People crumpled
But I didn’t care.
Beautiful places passed by,
But I didn’t stop
The race continued
And I ran along.
Adrenaline is still pumping
And the race is on.
But I feel lost.
How long?
Or,
How far do I run?
Is there,
A finish line marked somewhere?
A dais set to welcome a hero?
A-Cup-of-Life.
Or,
Do I turn back?
And live life.
3 comments:
Hey! Nice words! You are a better poet and shall always be! Life needs meaning not rhymes and you explain it best!
Ekdum Sahi!
u have to mark the finish line for urself and i m sure u have already done that!
Nice Blog, i wonder how i did not see the link on ur orkut profile before.
@Kiran - Thanks for dropping by :)
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