I guess I am standing alone

As time passes by

I tried to hold on things

I love,

They went passed by…

But they now look different

Then before,

I don’t know, what future got for me.

I shed the skin of my old self

As I look within my core

I never stopped I walked by

Those doors which waited and

Longed for me, I find them no more…

They are lost in dreams, which made me a star.

The threshold of success

No more inspires me,

As i see the open and the closed door,

 

I wait for something to grow

Within me

As I wait my destiny to unfold,

What she has in store.

Does life is made by us or is already made for us…

If ….I am making it? Am I making it right or wrong???

Who knows?

Sameer Tembe