Seasons of life

As the seasons on the earth change,
so does change our mind and states,
when the wheel of life rolls on,
there are moments of joy, moments when you are forlorn,
moments of despair and of hope,
add true sense to life while its horses elope.

All seems so well, when mind is in bliss,
out goes it soul-searching, when lips of desperation kiss,
such a voyage, I, often embark,
endless stares through the glass not very stark,
the life seems to be gone, flaring before my own true eyes,
there seems no more laughter and no more cries,
falling slowly until everything stops,
and nothing is going to work, it seems, in my quest to make it carry on.

I cry out aloud to my inner self,
tomorrow will be a special day,
the day I try to comprehend what happened to me that normal day,
I was outside just wanting to play.

You never know what’s there in the deep dark corner back in your mind,
trying to know what’s in store there for you,
a nagging feeling comes up telling you,
you won’t like what you are going to find.

No direction to turn, stuck in the middle,
special people close to you gone, yet another fiddle,
you have got to take the road not many dare,
when life looks to be over and nobody cares.

For there’s a wise man’s saying,
“Hope is the one, which keeps you going.”

As the pages of our life turn,
we read the future with anticipation,
yesterday’s stories add dimensions to tomorrow,
chapters of past lend life to chapters yet written,
mistakes are counted not as regrets but as lessons,
optimism is the one thing that’s ever essential,
may the tome of tomorrow bring us joy,
and let there be nothing to moan,
for the show of life must go on.
- Sachin Sharma