Slow like wind, your every second passes;
Blown to the mighty skies, these sacred ashes.
Diminish thy sight, to the brightness of your ray;
Ended has the storm, will she show me her way ?
Ran to the stranger smiles, thinking it as path;
Washed my sorrows, with its holy bath.
Slipped was I, to this mighty ground;
Thinking again, can she hear my sound ?
Again I tired, with the love flew higher;
Slashed my wings, as I heard it backfire.
Falling am I, to the depth of your will;
Screaming my voices, but your shadow stands still.
Lost am I now, tangled in her scary rope;
Getting back on feet, having lost my last hope.
Fight will I, till my tender heart is hurt;
Stronger will I stand, till she tastes this dirt.
Walking Am I now, knowing her cruel fear;
Gathered I will, with my every falling tear.
Shredding blood and sweat, have walked on knife;
Deep are my torn scars, do we call this life ?
Day has come, when I settle my left parts;
Listen to me, knowing how my story starts.
Spreading her dainty arms, she whispered to me;
Son of mine, I know your bruised knee.
Something she said, that changed my heart;
Life is a journey, with its bitter part.
Day will come, when your water will flow;
Happy and joyous, thou life will glow.
Vanished into thunders, strikes her sacred light;
Spoke her Wisdom, and strengthened me to fight.
Blessed was I, knowing it was a bitter strife;
Always enlightening me, these "Questions to Life".
-Karan Kapuria