I sat in my room pondering,
my life's direction I was wondering.
Thinking that life is now quite static,
is it really suppose to be like this?
I rise on the tide of success one day,
promptly falling to the ground later I say.
Sometimes life happily pulls me up,
throwing me later as if a discarded cup.
Life is never plain sailing and easy,
but life so heartless is indeed a pity.
One struggles through impending doom,
creating happiness in the surrounding gloom.
God gives on one hand without my asking,
taking away something from the other without telling.
My expectations perhaps make me gloomy,
Life is not always full of melancholy.
Just my way of making noise,
calling attention so I can enjoy.
happiness and sadness two sides of a coin.
Like rain comes and then there is sunshine.
renukakkar 4.5.2012
Copyright@2012
I rise on the tide of success one day, promptly falling to the ground later I say. Sometimes life happily pulls me up, throwing me later as if a discarded cup. God gives on one hand without my asking, taking away something from the other without telling Like rain comes and then there is sunshine. Then general genre we quote on life so philsophically.......but the title you have chosen is really alarming and the finite things you penned which simply relating all referring you is a different note to make over its a smooth job a 10! !
thanks for liking, happiness is not a continuous state of being but comes in little bursts. this is what i am trying to say here.
Life is never plain sailing and easy, but life so heartless is indeed a pity. One struggles through impending doom, creating happiness in the surrounding gloom. God gives on one hand without my asking, taking away something from the other without telling. My expectations perhaps make me gloomy, Life is not always full of melancholy. beautiful looks like i was writing these lines....u speak after my heart... beautiful and instructive....it had a morale lifting effect on me... cheers ma'am :) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for liking, happiness is not a continuous state of being but comes in little bursts. this is what i am trying to say here.