Life Is Moving..So Am I... Poem by Arohi Agarwal

Life Is Moving..So Am I...

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I was walking all alone, along the road,
Silence of the winds was all I could hear
The world was singing the songs of glory
The cup I held was deep and dry,

I was scaling new heights
Life was moving, so was I
But my heart was hollow, which silently cried
The world I lived became strange to me
I could not decided, what I was doing and what was right

Everyday I saw the sun rising with the same smile
Everyday I walked under the same sky
Memories of the past embraced me tight
Same thoughts made me laugh, same feelings made me cry
Days became short and nights became long
Nights became short and days became long
Flowers bloomed, flowers dried
I heard the birds singing, I saw them sitting quite
Everything changed, how could I?

Other side of the tunnel, I saw the world was bright
I shed the cloak of past that tugged me tight
I decided to travel, though on the path there was no light
I found a hand to hold but the grip was light
At every step, there were stages I had to fight
I was determined, as I knew I am right
Every time I was lost, I became my own guide
I smiled, I laughed the whole night
I trembled many a times but I managed to walk upright

With time, everything changed
The world was round but this a new world I found
I opened my eyes and I discovered a changed ”I”
I stepped ahead, I stretched, my arms
Once again I am in a world, which is colorful and bright
I am in the center of the crowd; the music I now hear is clear and loud
I can see myself watching everything, standing the other side
Everything is still under the same sky, World is smiling so am I

The cup I am holding is neither filled nor dry
The journey has just begun and I know I have to fly
Life is moving, so am I…
Life is moving, so am I…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 26 December 2017

A good start with a nice poem, Arohi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.

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Sarwar Chowdhury 05 October 2008

'Life is moving so I am' well thought out regarding certain things. but our reservoir of memory/ obsession/love to something/reality can not move untill death. anyway good composition.........10+

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Delilah Miller 05 July 2008

The jounry moved the poem moved along wonderfully. And it was an unique approach to it. Lovely, Colette

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