Roads untaken ...

Recently wrote a poetry to bid a warm welcome.. which came just spontaneously .
No, not another abstract poem?
./restart :P


This ground is grey, with streaks of black
Running and criss-crossing, yet each remaining intact,
These roads that travellers use, will never ever change,
For the only way to change this life is but to stay the same.
Some have travelled these roads before, many a time I would say,
Others are still new to these roads, slowly but surely finding their way,
Others still go quickly by, trying very hard to forget,
The fact, the truth, and the denial that:- on this road there is no turning back.


It's not running away neither mean feat ,to many which it may seem ,
It's trying to keep youself away, not for you but to let not wither away someone else's realm.
Pretending to act like stone ,letting go things unheard ain't no fun ,but what if this is the only new road you find,
For some you should walk the same old crooked roads but its only you who know that now those are the roads left far behind.
Why deny I must ask, this simple truth that you already know?
Why hurt trying to deceive someone's eyes, when the complicated heart is in control?
Don’t try to run or hide, for it’ll come back to haunt you.
Neither do you try to forget, for the only person you cannot deceive – is you!

Pain, anger and guilt you will feel, for emotions are but part of life,
Because what is life without emotions, and what is happiness if you know not strife,
For your mind and heart are one – an entity single and divine,
Thus fault is your own blame alone, without any chance of rescind.
You might have done something wrong, but everyone deserves a second try,
It's one's duty to right the wrong that happened before, to stop someone living this damned lie,
To break free these bonds, that shackle us to the earth,
For only then can you fly, for the first time since your birth.

But if you fear what lies ahead, then you should stop wasting your time,
For the sands of life trickling away, will soon leave your ashes scattered behind,
Forgotten and forlorn without care, your memory will whither away and die,
Leaving you with nothing at all – because you chose to live a damned lie.
This is the way of the road, these grey stones which mark the way,
And though we all travel these roads, not all of us will eventually fly away,
Thus lead your life as you should – be brave and above all never forget:
Connected is one’s past to one’s present, and the future is in our hands .

./end