I know I could have been much better,
I know I could have given, more time and space,
I know I should have shared my life,
I now feel in my life, that vacant space.
I had been busy for the sake of it,
I never knew what to prioritise.
I have been lying to myself all along,
My life's plan, I could never devise.
I have my apologies to all my friends,
& family who always stood by my side.
I never was there, at the time of their need,
The true essence of life, I could never abide.
I never was strong, I faked at all time,
And raised expectations, broke them all.
It is now that I see, I'm going down,
The depth of my dug, ditch I fall.
Who do you expect shall excuse my err,
As I find my conscience won't excuse.
I see the repurcussions of all my deeds,
That make me disdained, and ever more confused.
It's my heart on paper, Not just a prose,
It's me challenging my Conscience sublime.
What we make, becomes of life,
I've started questioning myself this time.....
Sujeet sahi bol ... u can be less sorry if u say so ? kya ye poem tumne khud likha hai ??? i dont doubt. poem is really nice you know ;) it echoes the sentiment of me .. and many of us. thanks for putting it on paper (if so); and then here.. keep it up!!!
ReplyDeleteOne thing .. life is not over. We always get a chance .. instead of feeling sorry we can correct them however best we can in our own way in future...
Yes, this poem was written by me when i was coming back to Varanasi from Delhi this 10th, on the train. I was alone and was seeing through all the days i have had. There was more of remorse than conviction that came to me, as a summary of that thought. That remorse led me to write this....
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