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.