Standing at the Crossroads.12:57 AM
I am a child at thought
Everything looks so damn fascinating
As a child, I desire
Every petty little things.
For life is such, so predictable
So relishing, yet a little dangerous
A sight we often overlook
Mesmerized in its beauty
Many say, Life is Beautiful
Ah! Of course , it is
May be I don't know yet.
May be I am wrong, after all.
Past experiences has taught lessons
Lessons, in a most powerful way
That define the present, as well as
The capricious future.
But Life is so unpredictably erratic, I say.
Worked my way, risked myself
Just to ease the complications.
Its soft beneath the hardness, they say.
I beg to differ,
While I wonder, judging their words
If its true at all
Then again, I perceive things.
Now I walk the dark empty paths
That Life laid to deep for me
In search of that softness,
In search of that good.
That good, that gives hope
That good, that make me believe
The good, that does nothing less than good
Or does that good even exist, I wonder.
Standing at the crossroads
I see rather too many paths
Which fade in the darkness
But I have to make my decision
The Decision to make me, myself,
The Decision that makes me unique
The Decision which could change the life
But I am lost in Dilemma.
Confused, Frustrated, Angry.
I drift from one cloud to another
As I struggle to land on one solid ground
Ah! I am so unbelievable.
Every path looks just perfect
Yet I have to follow one
That lays foundation for a better tomorrow
And I am still lost in thinking.
'Be Careful for What you Choose'
I hear a faint voice, resonating
Awakening my every nerve
While I get down analyzing and thinking
But confusion surrounds
As I fall deeper into dilemma
Unsure of where I am headed
Unclear of what I should choose.
I am lost, Just plain lost
Floating in unanswerable questions
Jumping from one thought to another
Losing myself with each passing moment.
- Ajay Kontham ™ © 2013