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Sakshi Agrawal

Inspirational Others Children

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Sakshi Agrawal

Inspirational Others Children

When To Stop??

When To Stop??

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Amidst the loud hue and cry, the never-ending chaos of the early morning sky;

I start my day in the same way as I once started my life,

In the ever running world, I too start sprinting;

With only the pace in my mind, thinking neither about the destination nor even the direction.

Sometimes in a constant to and fro motion as if two equal and opposite forces are playing with my mind like a ping pong ball,

And at other times, swirling and twirling in a zero-gravity field like a weightless soul.

I could feel slowly losing touch with my reality, as one feels while sitting in a train, looking out at the trees fading backwards;

As one feels while trying to catch the drops of rain, or as while trying to fill your fist from the treasures of the deep seas.

The moments fading away ever so subtly, like the dry sand drifting away from my hands while I try to build my castle on the beach.

Doesn't matter how much I try, harder and harder, there's always a little something that's beyond my reach.

Doesn’t matter how much I run, faster and faster, stretching my hand out to touch the finish line;

It feels like an invisible cosmic power drags me behind;

As if the law of nature is somehow conspiring, not wanting that race to ever finish in time.

Sometimes running behind someone, and sometimes moving ahead of someone;

I pause for a microsecond and ask myself, why and where to am I running?

Amidst the compelling desire to slow down, to hold back and the relentless pursuit to infinity,

Like a martyr for a lost cause, I feel confused and dejected, on the verge of losing my sanity.

I try to fill that hollow void, the emptiness of which knows no bounds;

My centrifugal force overcoming my centripetal force, disrupting my path of inertia, setting my trajectory on faraway vicious rounds.

Time is fleeting yet eternal, limited yet immortal;

And still I dare to race against time; Will I ever succeed?

Murphy's law says that anything that can go wrong will go wrong, or does it mean that whatever can happen will happen!

And in my most vulnerable moment I long for a moment of solace, I just want to stand still, to hold back, to slow down my pace;

Forget about winning, but is there even a fair legit way to ever complete this damn endless race?

They say life is a marathon, not a sprint, so pace yourself accordingly;

I say life is neither a marathon nor a sprint, so why set a pace at all?

Why can't it be a leisurely walk, feeling the gentle breeze on my face;

While staring blankly at the horizon thinking in particular about no one and nothing,

Enjoying the sun rising from above the mountains and the moon fading away in the oceans.

More often than not, with them telling me where to stop and how to stop and why to stop;

Can someone just tell me - When to stop!


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