Coming Back To Life... Poem by nupur singhal

forgive me my mistakes,
i know not wat made them do..
forgive wat possesses me..
mindless pursuit, certain greivances...

no equilibrium i shadow,
life's all topsy turvy..
quit i would, if could..
this life, all worthless...

nothing merry i forsee,
all vague, unclear, opaque..
certain goals though known,
meeting them how, yet unknown..

i flew the mighty skies then,
to me, no objections would hold..
on a certain day, this face..
all hell since then,
(dilema, complications, all i was told...)

things frighten me now,
then the bold boy, now so old..
tired, waiting, quiet..
as life's mysteries untold, now unfold...

i wanted to know the story..
of the riches in health n wealth..
of the dreamy boy, of the kingdom unknown..
it ends up so dreary, so confused(im weary) ..

yet that bird rose from ashes,
i rise, rise then fall..
hold i would till the day comes,
till the dawn would break,
till the dusk would fall...

life is rough though beauty,
love is stone, still mercy..
n so i love love,
the sound that reverberates this soul.

though lost, maybe im found,
the sky is not far, though im on ground..
the fruit not sweet, yet ripe..
as slowly n steadily, im coming back to life.