Monday, November 26, 2007

A song of hope and strength

By Gaurav Parab

So you cry while others smile around you,
So no one knows what you went through,
Moments ago you felt the end of the rope.
As you run out words,
Try this song of hope.

It goes,

I won’t let my world end today,
As the lights go out, my eyes will find a way.
I will just not go down on my knees.
It will take more than just a stiff breeze.
You could place me at the end of a gunshot.
I will live; I am always more than what you have got.


So love left you for reasons left unexplained,
So work leaves you humiliated and drained.
So you are not beautiful in the eyes of a stranger,
So your friends cut you adrift without an anchor.
So you cannot make sense of it all,
So the ground rushes up to break your fall.

As you desperately search for a foothold on the slope,
Try this little song of hope.

It goes,

You may have got the better of me today,
When your pain closes in, see my joy breakaway.
Destiny expects me to break down and cry?
It picked the wrong body to roll over and die.
The world puts my worth at a single broken dime,
Yet the life in me shines through every time.
You could place me at the end of a gunshot.
I will live, I am always more than you have got.
I am not letting my spirit drift away,
I am living to fight one more day.



9 comments:

Anonymous said...

lurrved the second half

"So your friends cut you adrift without an anchor"

"It picked the wrong body to roll over and die"

Beautiful!

-A

Anonymous said...

This is super exciting!! Gave me a rush…



Regards,

AY

Anonymous said...

Wonderful, just like your all other poems!

-BB

Anonymous said...

Awesome!

-PP

Anonymous said...

Simply Superb!!



Regards,
SK

Anonymous said...

It’s screaming for a tune :-)


Amit Bhatia

Anonymous said...

Very nice Gaurav….

-Tarun

revathi said...

"It picked the wrong body to roll over and die".......brings back the zeal and enthu lost in ur life back.....Kudos to this piece of art!!!!

Subhashini said...

interesting dude...came across one of those chain mails...Are we there yet? apparantly written by u..a funny yet pathetic lil joke on us, the SH-IT guys...(and the truth at that) i really am thinking of becoming a chef if not a darn rocket-scientist..!!! n soon! anyway great stuff to go...all the best for ur novel...cheers! - a chance visitor, shubha. :)