Few poems on Life and Experiences - written in leisure

THOUGHTS

Thoughts occur to me
   Like, I am slave to their will
   When did this happen to me
    that, I don't control what I feel.

MADE TO LAST

Weak, hot, hammered in furnace
    Like an iron cast
    Time and again life battered me
    Until finally, I was made to last

Stronger, better, in the fight of life
     not the warrior swinging the sword
     but the horse carrying the weigh abord
     I am not the foot that walks
     I am the shoe that takes bruises, is made to last.

WHO WE ARE 
Hiding our bruises, our scar
    Constantly longing
    to be loved for who we are
Scared of our dreams and failures
    We trust more than self, in a shooting star
     Embrace, retry, believe and you will be everything at par

LIFE AFTER

How do I find the aftermath of life
not where we go or how we die
but the way we live in memories
the slow progression from being the smile to tear in the eye

How do I make up for everything I missed
the smiles and the sorrows, we forget to share
living in the cocoon of fallacies
heretofore we spent everything in convalescence and despair

How do I go back and relearn everything
that you care for people and use things
listen to the eyes and see beyond the sound
enough being timid, let's be profound


Truly
Abinash