Monday, August 29, 2011

The Way It Is

You walk in
With your idiosyncrasies
You make a decision
And you know it is right

While I waited outside
With bated breath
Two years of toil
A disoriented mind

This is all I'd wanted
And it is in your hand
The beacon of my life
A grasp and a half away

Then you tighten your fist
Decide it's not for me
Good luck for the next, you say
And the pain is all mine

Your eccentricities
Your burdened decision
My life, my dreams,
Snatched in a jiffy

It was just not your day
People say
I walk away numb
That doesn't make sense

It's an abyss of hurt
Of fear and rejection
I feel it's the end
As I lay motionless

But then the birds chirp,
I see the silver sky
I dust myself off
Brace myself for a new day


Sonal said...

Good one...:)

Anonymous said...

I really sincerely hope its not about any of your joint ventures...

Good Luck with everything though!


Baljinder Singh said...


Rathnashikamani said...

Wonderfully crafted poem!

Appy said...

@Sonal, Baljinder - Thanks for the appreciation, guys. Sonal, I know you know exactly what I'm talking about. Means a lot~

Appy said...

@N - No, not the joint venture(s). They are going perfectly well :)

Appy said...

@Rathnashikamani - Thanks for dropping by! :)

Vish said...

So apt.... so true.... gud 1 paapi.... :)

Abhishek said...

"Then you tighten your fist
Decide it's not for me"
superb lines !! :) :)
Keep writing !!

Appy said...

@Abhishek - Thanks for visiting Abhishek, hope to see more of you. Incidentally, I have a few friends at Capital IQ!