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When journey is savoured more than goal

A song stuck in mind 

the grey cells singing it’s own lullaby 

never knew the match was so addicted 

years of working hard 

where shall it end 


initially the mind fixated at goal

not looking beyond 

but only set at its goal

to reach there, the heart greatest desire 

yet there came a time 

we fall back in life 

the first failure came as heartbreak again 

recounting those memories brought tear inside 

 

 

yet the soul shoved the dirt 

tried hard to resist 

And to rise again 

gone was a year of fallen apart 

it was time to face the storm 

 

 

came back a new leap 

with strong courage it leapt again 

longer was the jump 

yet larger was the ditch to cross above 

to heart’s dismay 

Life was too short 

to save again 

The fall came back 

maybe the spring was far off

the poetry started again 

the rhyming of words 

the cheers of lines 

the abstract versions inside 

 

 

then again came the chance 

the soul focused on goal 

with all might 

stuffed air inside 

Ran with all might 

it did reach the finish line 

but alas it wasn’t about reaching 

it was about reaching the first

so again a disappointment shed over 

who knows what will happen next 

self criticism and sadness grip inside

 

 

yet the soul 

a total stubborn soul 

shoved off the dirt

wiped the tears 

bandaged the wounds 

carefully analysed 

back to travel 

leap or crawl 

never to stop 

until reaching the goal 

praises or critics hardly matters 

destined to where it should be 

 

 

all maybe same 

what was different this time 

maybe the persistence 

maybe the journey became warmer than desire to reach the goal 

not always the end matters 

the means matter too 

the process turned sweeter 

may or may not be goal soon 

leave it aside 

loving the process of knowing the one inside