Woke me up from my deep sleep
I looked around to find help
I could see nothing as the darkness was blinding deep
I panicked and awaited
For terror to show its face
I knew a storm had reached my door
And I knew that it would leave its’ trace.
I knew that I would face the horror again
The horror I had faced a few years back
I knew that it would be as difficult as it was then
To bring my life back in the track
Suddenly the door banged open
And dust and storm swept me away
Away from that dream that I was dreaming
To a known but painful way.
Everything sweet started tasting sour
Every smile looked like a frown
Many dreams shattered on the floor
All the hands only pulled me down.
Fighting my way through that maze
I tried my best to find my way back
I only found many more mazes
Drifting me away from my track.
The goal was not far, neither near,
It was just blurring from the dust
All the strings were breaking
Life was moving away, and fast!
A drop of tear rolled down my cheek,
But I wiped it as fast as I could
As this drop would show my defeat
When, in that war, I still firmly stood.
I had to keep on fighting
Against that truth of life and its trace
I had to show that I was not a failure
I still firmly held on my place.
I knew that the storm was not a dream
It was rather a wake-up call
To wake me up from my dream
Before I could trip and fall.
I knew that there were many people
Who still believed in me and my worth
I knew that I still had time to show
Who I was and what was my worth.
All the sarcasm and all the laughter
Were but helping my determination
I was preparing to fight my way
Through that road; a Satan’s creation.
I had walked then and I will walk now
I will make my mark again
I will not fall prey to the agonies of useless satire
I will overcome this too, beyond the accompanied pain.
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