Life...

Doing English as your major has its disadvantages...for one, people always expect your vocabulary to be perfect. I at least have become so conscious of what I say in public that I end up making more mistakes than I normally would. Second, you are expected to know and have read all the classics that have ever been written- whether it is The Odyssey or Pilgrim's Progress. If you don't, then you can't really call yourself a student of English Literature can you? Well, I still do although I haven't read either ( I have read a lot of Wodehouse, though I'm not sure his works are considered classics ..or are they??) Third and most importantly all English students are expected to have a natural flair for writing. Most of my friends write poems and short stories and so on but not me...I've just never been able to do it. Well at least till a month back when I had the sudden urge to write poetry. The result is here for all to see.It's not anything great so please don't expect anything profoud because you'll will be sorely disappointed. It is just something simple so whosoever feels like commenting, please be frank in your opinion...

Life…

What do you do…
When your world becomes alien to you
And you don’t know how, when and why?
When everyone seems to be going somewhere
And you always feel left behind
When the people who you love the most
Are always the ones to die
When you do your best to sport a smile
Though deep inside you really want to cry

What do you do…
When you know your wrong
But won’t admit it- pride does come before a fall
When you think there is no one worse than you
Everyone but you is perfect after all…
When all you can think of is what you want
Instead of being grateful for what you have
When you begin questioning your own existence
Foolish and ignorant as you are

What do you do…
When you switch on the television
And see only sadness and destruction
When people seem to have lost all their humanity
For absolutely no reason
When nature strikes back
And you don’t know where to run
When you look around you
And wonder if even God has his back turned

In all these cases all you can do is hope and pray….

Because the time will come
When heroes will emerge from amid the destruction
When you will emerge from your inner turmoil a stronger person
When you still shed tears- but now of laughter and of joy
When you realise there is someone out there who cares about you - more than you know
When all the world seems right again-
Because there is a God after all.