The Derailed Life

Another year fades

Relations slip away,

Every day turns

To be a ruthless game.

Starts all day,

With lot of hope,

But the lights went out

With a solitary jolt.

No trails left

Of the one I loved,

Still my heart

Skips a beat.

Crave to drive,

Through the misty woods.

But I burn the rubber

In the City roads.

Paying the debts,

Clearing the bills.

Is this the purpose

Of this gifted life?

I ain't Stingy,

I am frugal.

I ain't swagger,

I am Modest.

Lot of hurdles

Still to clear.

But no one near

And nothing to fear.

A time to act,

A time to accept.

And I believe

Thy will be done.

-Sunil