The word defines it all still keeps us going in a thought stall
A way you were meant to follow and nobody said not to fall
Tears weren’t a wasted innovation
You had to taste the sweetness of those salted rivers
Wake up take your stand and keep on going was the call
Give it a thought how’d you know happiness without the sob?
How’d you differ between the chilly winters and furious summers?
How’d you know that the curve was the smile and frown a scorn?
How’d you justify your existence on this earth?
How’d you prove that you were born to rule?
How’d you realize how many expectations are left?
How’d you know so many untraveled stations are barred?
The questions never cease
The answers always keep on generating more
All you have to do is to substantiate what being content is
And the rest is the part of the story; death a written history

6 Comments, RSS

  1. gairo May 21, 2013 @ 3:13 pm


  2. Kriti Kandhari May 21, 2013 @ 3:55 pm

    Nice but you seem to have ended it abruptly… The theme is great! I like the thoughtful questions you have put up!

  3. Hiren Chauhan May 22, 2013 @ 11:02 am

    Good, but not good as your other posts. 🙂

  4. ravenousforlife May 22, 2013 @ 11:14 am

    The essence of struggle. Nice.
    It ended abruptly but. I wanted to read more.

  5. piyush gaur May 22, 2013 @ 6:21 pm

    Applauds :):)

  6. varsha kalyani June 1, 2013 @ 6:53 pm

    "how would you know happiness without the sob" loved this line! And after this all the lines beginning with 'How' are also strong lines. Poem is reality put beautifully. You are a master of verses.

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