There's just so much; in
myself that I forgot to see,
thinking this life worthless,
ruining it, to know what to be.
From pencil to pen I grew,
but the heart was pale, all I knew.
Year after year, word by word I learned,
The cup of life; a ruined brew.
Seemingly, it faded to dust,
looking at the past I now regret.
All that mourning, the fierce agony,
Sinned thoughts I did abet.
But now to feel the wind as it is,
I wish to see the real blue sky,
I long to wash those stains of past,
the pains to leave behind, dream to fly.
For I know and was made to know,
that life gives plenty,
all you need are the eyes to see,
all you need are the hands to fill your bounty.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010