Feels like my stars conspire,
Against everything that I aspire,
To do or to become,
My efforts all undone,
My endeavours all dapple,
Somehow I miss catching the apple,
When the tree is so benevolent to all but me,
Although I'm the one taking care of its need..
I keep moving ahead despite all my pitfalls,
But till when, I wonder, can I break all such walls,
I'm not eyeing their deserved greener grass,
But I want myself and my own ones to encompass,
And to face all storms and thunder,
And still stand and not be torn asunder..
I tried to trick my mind that everything's fine,
But it tricks me back saying it's my ill fated design,
I've got to lock my castle of bad thoughts,
And pretend to lose the key at all costs,
Good thoughts seldom come and I need to hold on,
My ship needs to sail even during a thunderstorm..
You bask in a ray of hope,
While I am chasing shadows,
You love to watch the sun rise,
While I dream of moonligted meadows,
Be optimistic, you say to me,
Sure, I say, wishing I was that free,
Somehow my mast is upright,
Somehow my ship is sailing,
I've several nautical miles to go,
Even though I know I may keep failing..
-------------------------------