A life you are


“Expectations are the mother of GRIEF”

Do not Google the above mentioned line, you won’t find it anywhere except on this blog. This has been exclusively gifted to us by Shubham, the person who views this blog more than me at times(serious competition).

But, yes if you agree with the above lines, you will also agree when I say,

“That’s how it is on this bitch of an earth”

( you can Google this, it’s by Samuel Beckett). But, if that’s all  that you think and you just nodded vigorously on what Beckett said, I guess now you should read what Shubham has to say. And, read it till the end.

The writer has only one request to make and i.e. please read it carefully, you will notice a rhythm that flows through the entire poem. Good voice is not a pre-requisite, so, feel free to sing it also.

Let’s get started-

 

I failed, failed, failed…and I failed and failed

I steered in the eyes of my dreams, and I failed.

I lost in the hopes of my future, and I failed.

I fought hard at times, but I trailed and I failed.

I gave up at times, and I failed…simply failed.

 

As a son, I failed.

As a brother, I failed.

I looked into the eyes of my neighbour and I failed

I failed in the field, as the scores say I failed

I failed in numbers, my results say, I failed.

 

In the process to refine my failure, I failed.

In order to define my success, I failed.

I failed for I expected and accepted that I failed

I failed for I suspected my efforts were frail at the tail.

 

One night after failing, while sitting under the moon

I saw what it does,

It proved to be a boon.

A boon to ward off my doom

No light of its own, yet it shines through the sun

Rising up tomorrow would be so much fun.

 

I thought of Edison, once a boy like me.

He too failed; he failed and failed, just like me.

Nine nine nine, times he failed

And then,

One more time he raised and, he hailed.

 

I too thought I must try to rise

I never knew that it was my prize.

It was…

Surprise, surprise, surprise!

 

I failed to give up. I refused to give up.

I failed to fear. I was ready to gear

I fumbled once again, I tumbled once again

I woke up once again, I looked up once again.

 

I tried…I tried… I tried and tried.

I felt dried… dried and dried.

I looked up at the sky, and took pleasure in my pain

Pleasure in my pain was the beginning of my gain.

 

I was beating myself, which I never did before

I loved myself the way I never loved before

This phase went on, time after time

Like the sun shines in glory, it comes every time.

 

Yes, I suckseed, pardon me, I suxceed

Oops… I cukcead, sorry, this time I cuxceid

But finally, I “succeed”!!

For, I learned from my failure

For, I respected my failure

For, I re-spelled my failure

I spelled my failure as “A LIFE U R”

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About jyoti

with her trailing gaze the shy maverick clings on and through the supple foreplay of her aesthetic sense and a beatific smile insatiates the mellifluous melange!! View all posts by jyoti

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