Life Is Beautiful!

Life is beautiful, the best isn't meant to be

A little of me just wants to be me.

Running a marathon, my restless soul screams, I want to reach the crest with all my zest and zeal.

Rushing and bustling and jostling to work. Shoveling and churning the marbles of mind.

Regardless of all the platter serves me with jolts and jerks

Life is beautiful, the best isn't meant to be, a little of me screams just to be me.

From dawn to dusk, I chisel my tusks. 

It pays me decently, I still can't find what and where's the fuss.

I trip, I rise, I walk, I fall. The demons inside my mind constantly brawl.

Is that what I want my life to be, a little of me still waits for me.

I yearn to learn. In the furnace of karma, I'm grilled and I'm burnt.

What I discern that the road is narrow with steep, sharp turns.

At times I worship my work, sometimes it's stake or play.

The layers of my persona unfold the shades of grey.

I worship my work, that's exactly what I pray.

Gossips and rumors flashes around, hover my mind, and I become its prey.

Life isn't exotic, it isn't meant to be.

Some kind of valuation is so must for me.

From preparing to packing then sending children to school.

Dressed up like a fairy, day long I work like a mule.

Am I a goddess with eight mighty hands and mystical dark long strands

My mind yells and pleads 'I'm tired of giving my best'

The ones who seem to be blessed, can they suggest, my hands crave for rest.

Ask my soul, what it misses the most

From cuddles, kisses, and hugs

Thoughtlessly moving my finger on the brim of a hot coffee mug.

Gazing through the window, or staring at the fan. Desires are deathless, 

Hold on! I need to take a stand.

Life is perfect, that's how it is meant to be.

Live for your soul, slit the stress, unchain your mind and set it free.

I hope a part of me agrees with me...