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

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About Sameer

Hi, I am from Mumbai (India). Film making is my passion and writing is a great relief. When ever I want to say something or felt about something I used to write poetry. I Started Writing poetry at an early age during school till now. Its the way to say what I feel most of the time about the things which happen around us, a unique way of sharing thoughts without being judgmental.

2 thoughts on “Life

  1. preeta

    yeah true …time keeps changing ….changing our perceptions too……..but u hv beautifully put this thought across…


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