The Guiding Light

My mind is like a turbulent ocean,

My body is trapped in its ferocious waves,

My soul is like the guiding light amidst the storm and thundering rage.

I fear the loss, loss which is irreparable,

I try not to lose, lose what I have,

But the golden light shows me the path which is really hard to adhere.

Winds roar, I take a toll, hard to balance but I get control.

Times are hard but I know they will pass,

Just like the silver sky which will be azure again,

And then the silence will creep into these violent waves.

I keep this in mind and now I strive,

Strive hard to correct the wrong which I once did.

I do as the light says me to do,

Its then I realise that right is not easy and it is no good.

But in the end it is right and so I should do.

The light is serene and all over me,

Now I feel the peace within me.

Peace which I receive from doing the right,

It may look wrong but it is right,

Right because the light says so,

and right because I believe in light.