Wednesday, September 14, 2011

In the run of life

                         
Life is running away,
like the water
held in my fist,
how can i stop by,
just to relax
by a smile or a weep,
when my dear destiny,
is pulling me towards it.

I can't even sweep, 
the tear drops on my cheek,
when God Himself 
is holding my hands,
in the run 
towards my dream.


6 comments:

Saru Singhal said...

Lovely...Profound thoughts told so simply, awesome!

Aakriti said...

Thank you Saru! :)

Kitty said...

Wah Aakriti! I loved it..especially the second stanza : I can't even sweep,
the tear drops on my cheek,
when God Himself
is holding my hands...

Imaginative with intense thoughts.
Nice one ! :)

Aakriti said...

Thank you Kitty! that stanza is also my fav!
keep coming!:)

Balqis said...

This is really sweet and so meaningful! I could feel your feeling in the poem. Very expressive! Keep it up! :)

Aakriti said...

Thank you Balqis! :)