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
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2022 00:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Good write S.
Maybe in reaching some goals, we may say 'Hmm, what next? I've arrived now!'
So true dear Orchi
I don’t even feel like life is a race now
Unbelievable ending that said its OK as long as I know myself by the end of the day!
Fantastic as ever my friend
Thank you dear friend
You read right into it
The greatest end to any goal is life, its self. Anything in-between is probably inconsequential. The January diet, keep fit, is testament to that. When I set goals, I fail. So I find myself just doing things and getting them out the way.
So true
Resolutions made are to me at to be broken
But it’s alright
Make many resolutions
Maybe one or two may cling throughout the year
reading your words
felt like, my eyes
were following, a gentle shoreline
ebbing and flowing
and with every line
your insightful point's
were inching closer, to that sand
of a past
you're trying to wash-out
and replace
with a refreshed, taste
of salted Sea: hope
that kind of salt
that makes our alcohol
taste evermore, bitter sweet
with each sip...
(another great write! dear Poet
remember to let you poetry
breath
so that your readers, can easily
identify
your most pertinent points..)
Thank you so much dear Mek
Few days my mind is in a bit dilemma
It knows it has to stride with all its full beam
But then feet halts, fearing the past
Then it tells why dwell in so many numerous thoughts
Throw them away and march forward
And to read your comments I feel so encouraging
Spirited
As a student praised by a teacher
As if getting a medal
Thank you so much dear Mek for such kind and encouraging words
You always read the poet inside out
Cause the poetry is a reflection of the poet inside
It takes an intellect soul to read through the poetries of all kind
Thank you for the wonderful insight, the gentle advice
The truthful assessment and the bright light
Your positive thinking converted set backs into opportunities. Along the way wisdom came and made each step that bit easier. Just as it will when you become old and past it LOL like me. You'll have gained the wisdom to gracefully accept both what life brings and what it takes away. Self knowledge, well by then you'll know a lot about yourself.... you're a poet, you already know a lot about yourself.
That’s true
I indeed know a lot about me
A part of me that goes straight
At times i am too stubborn
Both a curse and a blessing sometimes
Thanks dear Teddy
It’s high time that spring now shall come in life
Continuing autumns, had too many in life
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