My Taste For Life

Sometime more often we push ourselves to meet ends so hard than times...which spoils the actual essence and the meaning of life to have it be by itself....We forget to relax.... and let time unfold by itself... we worry .. we panic... we blame, question,yell, get frustrated...hate ourselves and never bother to take time out or relive our mistakes we'v done.... It's not the  trail of events in our lives that make us who we are.. its the decesion we take during and after that event that defines our destiny...
This poem is a sizzler over a mixture of varied emotions... which rather better be brushed off.. for ones owm good... In simple words.. Just Move On.. life is much better than one sees it.... and for a change .. use a better quality of binoculars this time... take a keen look.... for it has always been nice to you....

"I wasn't able to feel the sweet..
nor could i recognize that it tasted wheat.
My taste in life has lost for once
don't know when it happened... in a minute or week..


There's nothing different, there's nothing wrong,
its only a journey a little prolonged...
The wait to see my destined place,
has neither fallen apart nor going any strong.


It's like special something i want
that could  perhaps let me flaunt.
A little smile for a little while,
and a satisfaction for me to revive...


I love what's going on
a little slow and a little on...
with all the hurdles and bumps i go on,
for a feeling that nothings gone....


My taste foe life is rich indeed 
a little sour and a little sweet.
the freshness i got and all along i fought
to make myself feel a better lot...


My taste for life has never gone...
it's just a bit more than what i want.
took me, seek ends to reach the store...
to correct my past with pepper , salt and spice it a li'l more.


It's that difference i thought would work..
made me think so much- slog like a clerk.
My past never changed nor did i see the heavens great..
this is how i lost to appreciate, soaked my life into silly debates ungreat.....




kirthi