Obstacles Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Obstacles make moments
obsolete and tear apart
the identity into shreds.
Constrictions control the self
and one becomes an apology
of one's existence.

No flow is unrestricted
obstacles do come and that
makes the exercise called life
a definition for imperfection.
Ideally obstacles must be
an exception than a norm.

But actually they maim the being
as one confronts bruises galore.
When succour is visible but
denied with relentless vigour
life becomes a riddle
that relegates one to sidelines.

The quest for the next letter
the next word and next sentence
run into boulders
of all hues and shapes.
And one loses the urge to register
oneself in life's book.

When one ardently desires
to get over them with
manufactured confidence,
the cunning life fleetingly masquerades
as our confidant only to deceive.
obstacles are life's warriors.

They do their duty diligently
failing to fail for even once.
Life knows it is perfect
in its designs and deceptions.
And we know our lives
are punctuated by imperfections on and on.

But one can't call it quits once and for all.
Because life is incremental
and losing to obstacles can only
drain life slowly out of you.
But you will live to fight
another battle and move on.

Obstacles are inevitable
they would spring up
again and again
lose to them and pick up
oneself to confront the next
one waiting around.

Choice is there for all
to pull the plug summarily
and become obsolete here and now,
or else stretch on till
the final wall quells your urge
to fight, the end of all ends.