Is There A Way Out?

Locked in a room
Not able to move,
Thoughts provoke inside
Traps and trauma’s hovering over my mind.
When one door closes
Opens many a new
But why they all seem
Invisible at once.
Faith, trust in my harbinger
Will definitely search a way out
But the time surpasses
As if reaching the battle ground.

Hopes and expediencies
Seem to be abhorrent
Whims and fancies
Remains a part of day dreaming.
Anybody!
Somebody!!
Who can tell the truth
Is there really a way out?
Where I can walk miles a few…….

EXPECTATIONS ????

Expectations are lost in a blink of eye

No body dares when difficulty passes by

Others maintain ;

This too shall pass…

But accepting it is a bit aghast.

Efforts are there indeed

But nobody cauld see that transparent sheath

One from the crowd pinpoints you

Criticism is acceptable

But hearts of heart is hurt somewhere

why expect? why demand?

The why’s are creating havoc in mind.

Goals shattered, doors are closed

Boulevard of broken dreams is my home

A voice behind the door break the silence

“ expectations are expected from the expected ones

the smaller pieces of rocks are necessary

to provoke you from within” .

like a new butterfly struggled/destined

to come out of larva

blessed ones are expected to

overcome the hindrances.

With remorseful criticism

And hardships in life.

You are blessed with grace of power divine.

So neither regret

Nor complain

Because expectations makes you

Stronger and bolder

like the way you never expected...