Born to make mistakes.

Born to make mistakes,
Each of us live our life;
Going through the emotions of the world,
We desire for a wishful sight.

The prisoner kept in the dark place,
Now yearned for the light again;
The one mistake he had made,
Was already covered with a lonely pain.

He looked out of the cell and above,
His eyes, in all directions, shone;
Slowly rusting with the sea breeze,
Was it his heart or the iron dome.

The day he wished for finally arrived,
It was no hero or a villain for rescue;
But just the usual silent breeze,
That rusted the iron, playing its part due.

The prisoner walked out slowly,
Preparing himself for what was to come;
Lifting the frail palm above his forehead,
He gasped at the sight of none.

Where was this place without a name,
He gasped even more realizing the stench;
His eyes looked around searching for life,
And the tears rolled down, Oh they still exist!

He wondered what was better or worse,
Trying to understand the situation;
Was the hope inside the prison calming,
Or the truth viewed by the eyes – none.

He smiled at the mistake that he had made,
For which he was sentenced to prison;
Am I the only survivor now and here,
Or should I too, be gone forever.

Turning around to the familiar prison,
He looked as if it were the home;
Where their was hope and peace,
Should he go back to that iron dome?

Hare like a Tortoise

Things keep moving forward in life,
And at times you wonder what to do;
Although there are tasks to execute,
You don’t know which to start, no clue.

And you remember a childhood story,
The one with tortoise and the hare;
And you decide to be a hare in all,
With the heart of a tortoise, you dare.

– Siddarth

Change

Everyone I see has a story,
Whether big ones or small;
Some are lost in the way of life,
And some enjoy with us all.

So I met a person, who is the latter,
While I live being the former;
A person who enjoys helping,
And one who speaks up for the right.

I would rather stay away from this,
People are an annoyance, fake shine;
But when you look at this person,
You can’t stop changing this time.

Someone who gives, and donates,
Tries his best to work all year round;
Yet more interested he is to share,
All the rewards with people around.

I wonder if that’s how it is,
Is it something I can easily do;
Because the smiles and wishes,
Always multiplies happiness by two.

Thinking this, and much more,
A little lost though with a goal;
I go around all the time, and,
Write the perfect poem for my soul.

Hesitant steps.

It’s distributed in levels,
The love I have for you;
Hesitant to take every step,
Is the next one already due?

What if I take the next step,
But all there is just darkness;
Will you be the light to guide me,
Or leave me longing for some brightness?

I really want to climb further,
If you would allow me to;
Else there is nothing I can do,
Please just give me a clue?

I think we can continue on,
Without thinking about the future;
Just live the present and move,
Wait, I shouldn’t care if I am the suitor?

Perhaps the time will come,
The truth will, slowly, show;
If the path is made of roses,
Or this will be another blow.

Doctors.

It’s a long fight, this virus,
Attacking regardless of race;
Doctors swarming around,
Saving some, keeping the pace.

So let’s put their hearts at ease,
Cheering them on each success;
There might be failures of course,
Doesn’t mean they put efforts less.

Clapping in the background,
And sharing respectful videos;
Are good and appreciative,
But the priority is no-shows.

Don’t show up for that concert,
Or that much needed shopping;
Just stay safe at your home,
No need to go to that bar hopping.

Let’s fight this together,
And win this battle of life;
For its better to see the sun late,
Than to never wake up or rise.

Call your loved ones, text them,
Don’t go holding because of the ego;
We are together in these times,
No need to hurt and make a foe.

Close your eyes, get some rest,
Or watch that unseen movie;
But always keep doctors in heart,
They are humans too, with a bovie.

– Siddarth

Decisions

Broken

The Path none crossed

You are here, and yet you stopped,
Because the path ahead, appears blocked;
Then searching for the right path around,
Appears a small one that none crossed.

You question the long road ahead,
So you search for much better options;
And yet in the end, the best one is,
The same path that no one crossed.

You take a step ahead, and turn around,
Afraid, excited, maintaining the poise;
The question again runs through your mind,
“Is this the best, safest and soundest of all?”

You hesitate a little, as it gets lonely,
Reaching halfway, you can’t see people;
Questioning your existence, and this life,
And closing your eyes as you step ahead.

You move forward, and then you realize,
This was the path you should pursue;
It is right, and yet no one crossed,
Because it belonged to you, and you alone.

-Siddarth

It’s all on you.

When being emotional…

A day passed, and it was slow,

Very numb, shouting in the inside;

I kept avoiding the recent lows,

In hopes that the dreams won’t subside.

Morning came, and there were no greets,

I missed the words throughout the day;

Somehow the evening passed without a call,

Seemingly making us drift farther away.

You are the one, or so I thought,

Or, were you just a phase of life;

Uninterested, and so we fought,

Right is wrong, in this hopeless drive.

Triggering again that age-old feeling,

A feeling I thought was locked away;

Loneliness, did, come back to surface,

Kissing goodbye, as the cold heart lay.

Sid