A small poetry that portrays the story of the struggle that each one of us goes through every day!
There are a lot of things that sum up my day,
All through Monday to Friday
There is work and then there is more work
But there is just one thing that does not let me change my way!
Tired of the drama, bored of the melancholies
I sit down for a moment and something inside me gasps and says
You cannot give up just like that
You need to struggle each day
So that you can sway and sing along
The tales of struggles and miracles
The tales of tests and fates
The tales of disappointments and faith
And all the more, the tales of love and happiness that have molded you this way!
There is further more that happens
Ideas and thoughts keep coming my way
As I sit down and think through
I see ideas turning into stories and stories turning into epics in day!
And this creates the noise in my head!
The noise that is unbearable yet pleasant
The noise that kills my sleep but keeps me dreaming and wanting!
The noise that brings hope each night
The noise that makes me work even harder each day!
And I keep falling for this noise more and more every single day!!