Thats life

So what is life all about......

It seems that life is truly very simple but its me; who makes it complicated....like when i was in school i wanted to grow up and school sucked, now i have grown up i miss school, when i was in 4th std and used to see 6th class children bullying kg or 1 std kids i used to think how powerful they are; when i was in 6th i was afraid of KG and 1 std kids that they will start crying and teacher would slap me. Then went to college so thought lets get out of india, now here i am out of india, then i miss India. There would be million people out there who would be ready to replace there life with me, but till i have to crib.

So life i beleive would go on.....i think it has no purpose as such, we treasure what we don't have .....and never cherish what we have.

As some one has said in life it's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

hahhaha now some song and dance......ershad...lol

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.