What I did today

Before going to bed,
Stand in front of mirror,
Light on today is shed,
Events of the day shimmer.

Another day over of my life,
Have I lived it to fullest,
In crowd, am I just a rife,
Is there nothing, I can best.

Today, I woke up early,
One point in my kitty,
Though 4 hours nearly,
On a show, in continuity.

I try to do some studies,
But didn’t feel ready,
Tried things, to pass time,
Day was over in this comedy,

Like this, many days come,
And without much go,
I feel like a person dumb,
Progress in everything, too slow.

I try to maintain a flow,
But stones in the way,
Makes it difficult to row,
And away from targets, I sway.

Standing in front of mirror,
I had this realization,
My heart goes aflutter,
I am living in an​ illusion.

Illusion that, I have time,
Enough for all I want,
Alas! life do not give overtime,
Time was never a grant,

Every day passed in ‘timepass’,
Is a day lost of your small life,
Most persons never outlast,
The time needed to complete​ the vibe.

So if I wanna die with satisfaction,
I have to step up my game,
Difficult is process of corse correction,
But much better then dying in shame.

So, for the night,
I will sleep tight,
To rise…. bright.

A father’s life

In the early morning,
I start the race,
Against all the abating,
And obstacles I face.
Forcing by way, battering,
Through many many gates.

Woke up early,
Still, no time to rest,
100 chores waiting,
Each in itself a test.

First, I remember my weight,
To reduce it, let us go to walk,
Even if last night, I slept late,
Then rising son on time,
Thinking about the grocery rates,
In front of the kids, being sublime,
Searching for my daughter’s mate,
Working several hours overtime,
To protect my children’s fate.

Seems like a difficult job,
Years of lifetime, it rob,
Many times, it is not enough
The appreciation you got.

But, I am still happy to do it,
There are perks to this lunacy,
A life having a purpose to it,
Better then a perfect life of fantasy.

When, I see my kids grow,
From small steps to giant leaps,
Watching this my eyes glow,
Better then thousand gold heaps.

So, I stick to fight,
For, I can announce aloud,
In all trials and delight,
They will make me proud.

Test or Trouble

When things go wrong,
And you must be strong,
Never you dare cry,
It is a week’s song.

Be as hard as stone,
Face all troubles alone,
When fall, don’t just moan,
Stand up, grow some bone.

This is what we are taught,,
Only way, success can be bought,
Asking for help, makes you rot,
Not worth if it is, an easy shot.

This, seems like a noble precept,
A great way in society to gain respect,
And it is, but sometimes,
We forget, a very important fact.

No need to tread a difficult path,
Just because it is difficult,
No need to alone face fate’s wrath,
Does it really have that worth.

Sometimes, we take difficult path,
Just to prove ourselves to others,
Chose centre of road, rather than footpath,
Even if, they reach same terminus.

So, open your eyes,
Reaching goal, not so significant,
Not work hard, work wise,
Enjoying journey is also important.
Fealing on which you thrives,
That great feeling of contentment,
Is your true prize,
Your most epic achievement.

Also, it is ok to ask for help,
To rest a while, cry on mother’s lap,
What do wrong about it,
To sit a while, to make a map.
(spending time in planning most productive path)