Doodling Wit.

If staring into my own eyes
I could have solved this bizarre
If i had the answers to all my questions
I would have been the best by time
The perfect one,
Blemishes- not a clinch of it!
Happiness every bit of it
Cognizance, hell lot of it
Had i been able to read my own eyes
Where solutions would have resorted
When psyche denied it to be concerted
Strangling oneself for its loafer aims
& Nothing but its stupid mind games!!

I have never considered myself any less than any other being. Never, ever! But there are times, when every other circumstances, makes you feel that you are not there, you have not got that thing. Well truly speaking; At so many points I had that feeling; The feeling of being lost, amidst one’s own dreams and ambitions. When you start questioning yourself that, have I been acting over avid? Am I capable of things that once seemed achievable! Well, I have questioned myself on this several times, if any less, I have tried harnessing all my aptitude, if I had had any. I have attempted several futile and fruitless attempts, just to realize that I never tried any hard, with remorse that, I could have done a bit more. Alas! I never gave more than that, that was not my threshold, that isn’t my threshold, but I am so used to being the way I am, that in the middle of nowhere, I feel like I have walked too much to have reached a haven. Then what? I just give up, I give up too easily, too often and too carelessly. These attempts and failure’s are just a side of the story, there are many more to it, though. There have been many such instances, where I out of nowhere, like a lucky- beast tend to get so many opportunities, I find them knocking on my door, like an inundation! Just to realize in a few days that, they were nothing more than, mere bangs, another smack, right through my face. That tiny face, too much elated with such deluge! The other moment what do I do? As a routine, I am bound to follow, or the one that is inveigled to endure in my already so behind the eighth ball life. So, what do I do? After all that smack-pack and everything that had sort of made me question myself, my capabilities and my forte, I am always capable of wearing optimism. No matter what, no matter when, I opt for the rose colored glasses. And most of all, incredulously, it works. It does! Eureka!

Despite everything, and always, the hose that brings in the entire dunk makes me stronger. Makes me believe that, I am made for something better, and if it is not my day today, tomorrow is surely going to be mine. Things will find their way out; all I need to do is persevere, through all the dawns and dusks. For, every day I live, I grow a bit stronger, a bit more mature and a bit more capable. In the end, A day lived, is a day earned, a dusk passed is a get way to another dawn! J