Me .... I used to be one of you,
You endure the multi-faceted life each new day,
But I didn't. I gave up, I lost....
Life to me was a journey full of despair,
A garden of agony, a tryst with misfortune,
I lived with a heavy heart only to give up, and I lost
I was born into your world, with festivities encompassing me,
I spent my childhood in the bliss of love and care,
I grew up in to a bountiful youth, young and fair,
I flourished at every efforts I made, failure was a far cry
I was generous with my endeavors, I had learned to try,
I was fruitful at my academics, and I lived a vivacious life.
I still remember the year, I got into my new college,
I still remember life that I led, and the things that I did,
Good or bad I didn't think about, Pleasure was all that mattered for me.
As every good deed pays off, so do the bad that you do,
I failed, I hit the earth, reality seemed so sour,
Failure to me was unsympathetic, Life with it was unendurable
The world to me was a dark alley, Was this they called loneliness ?
That night I wandered aimlessly for what seemed to me like a lifetime,
I did not think of anything, except the black curtain which lay in front of my eyes,
I was not a loser, I said to my mind,
I did not give up the hope I had, I tried and tried,
I do not know the wrong that I did, but I failed again.
My mind was shattered by the disgrace my failure had brought me,
I lost all my faith in the world, and blamed everyone but me,
Because in my mind I knew my efforts were sincere, and then I gave up, I lost
It was raining heavily that night, and I sat all alone,
There was no one to comfort me, People were too busy in their world,
I gazed at the gloomy sky, and all my break-downs and blunders gazed back at me.
My dispirited soul was determined to live no more,
This was my end, the inglorious day, I had lived my life for,
And I looked back no further, 'cause it only reminded me only of the miseries I endured.
As the morning sun rose out of the horizon, I eyed the last dawn of my life,
I was defeated by fate, and forsaken by the ones I loved,
Silently I woke up, and moved into my room, I had given up, I lost
I tightened the noose around my neck and hung myself from the ceiling,
I pushed aside the table underneath me, and dangled in the air,
This is what I had made out myself, a youth young and fair
As the knot around my neck bound me harder, I gasped for breath,
I choked and shuddered, and I felt a chill run down my spine,
My insides trembled with fear and pain, I lost all my sense of time.
As my eyes popped out, and I felt the blood rushing into my face,
I saw the world in a brighter light, a divine dazzling gaze,
I saw the beauty it hid, and the eternal blessing of life it bestowed upon us.
I saw my life rushing past me as a series of uncountable frames,
Each of the moments that made up my life, were now slipping from my hand,
I marveled at the happiest moments I had spent, after the sadness I had endured in the end
I don't know, but at that moment I wanted to live, to taste success once again,
I wanted to love the beauty of the nature, I had discovered a moment ago,
I wanted to bask in the warmth of the sun, and spend time with my loved ones.
But all of that was long gone, lost back in time,
Now I had no choice to make, but to accept the test of time, and die,
That was my last moment and I decided to pray as I closed my eyes, and I vanished in the sands of time.
I died, bringing grief to my loved ones,
I died, as a puzzle for thousands of people to guess,
But I died, as a happy person, 'cause in the end I had realized the beauty of life.
Life is a series of ups and downs, as they rightly say,
But as we live gleefully with happiness, we should also live past the downs that we face,
Each and every moment we have to a decision to make, so just pray that its the right decision you made .......
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