“I know I am not a poet, not creative either. I have achieved nothing, but has wasted all.
I tried enjoying life but forgot, life can only be enjoyed with a strong foundation of hard work.
I sit in my hostel’s mess and think life’s a mess. That the moment only, when I realised, this is only my ‘enjoyment’ would fetch.
So, with a Reynolds pen in my hand, I feel like writing whatever I can.
You are not a poet shouted my friend, I replied back, ‘I am a nobody my friend’.
So with a determination to write something, I took a paper and down my thoughts.”
I REALISE …
Here I am, walking on the road of life,
Painful is the path, hurts like a knife…
It’s always the same question in my mind,
Life is a diversion, or of the same kind???
Parents told me, my future is my hand,
But I let it pass, just like sand…
Easy was the time, I passed my school,
Now I realise, with this, future won’t be any cool…
From dusk to dawn, I try working on past mistake,
But its too late now, my life is at stake…
Oh past! I wish I could have studied earlier,
Dear present, you would be swift and easier…
Forever this regret will reside in my heart,
Blurred is my vision, don’t know from where to start…
I miss my family, I miss my friends here,
This is the reason, my eyes have a stroke of tear…
I look round my room, I am so confused,
But the walls are plain, no tricks for my pain to be reduced…
The regret is endless, I can’t bear it anymore,
Life is probably a bi*ch and I am a wh*re
But I will learn, learn from my past,
And won’t wait for any magic to be cast..
‘Cause there’s someone, who had said,
The best way to predict future is to create
-R. Srivastava