At times, all you can lay upon is love,
But at times, it is a meagre one.
At times life apprise a dream,
And dreams are not what they look like.
At times guffaw can revive your heart,
Sporadically, it's the only one that gash it afar.
At times, the world goes frivolously than you can go,
But even the frivolous one can be a mature too.
At times, proceeding towards the inland is the only thing on your head,
But it's is the only place you can't able to find.
At times, you are too tired to repose,
But seldom too sad to grieve.
At times liberty pulls you back,
And a wedding attire is black.
At times darkness can dazzle you around,
And rain gives you glee.
Of and on, what sets you free are obstructions,
But at times, what makes most sense are quagmire's.
Occasionally, dreams seems to be realistic,
But awakening from them seems so dread.
Intermittently, all you can put is not enough,
But steadily holding on may worth for what you are looking for.
At times, what makes you fall is triumph,
And what makes you raise is fall.
Life is easy,
But mysterious times intricate it.
© 2014 Bhargvi Sharma