Not a tale of Sorrow…
The world applauds sorrow.
I have never known why.
To see you push fervently past
the tide of prejudices and opinions wry,
In despair and teary eyed angst.
Did it annoy them not,
That I was fated to be happy?
Unlike they reason,
It ain’t some feigned passion.
That is just how I am built to be.
For sorrow to me is an interim guest.
Me in my truth’s quest
And Life with it’s myriad of possibilities
Cannot bog me down.
With a ton of forbearance and acceptance,
I rise every time.
Like a phoenix from the ashes spent,
From my debacles I am reborn.
For my life is a precious gift,
From many who went an extra mile,
As a penance to build mine.
I do not comprehend envy,
Or despise the rise of my brothers.
I suppose life evens out,
Today for some and tomorrow for others.
You have your chance today,
I shall have mine in the days to come.
As for victories, I have borne some
And I shall realize more and beyond
Than what I have already done.
I seldom ever wallow in sorrow
Or dwell in the bygones.
For life isn’t just about keeping score
Of destined wins
And some inevitable loss.
As both the concerned and not
Equally Tut tutted,
To the perceived misery,
And an existence ill fated.
Unluckiest person someone said.
Little have they realized,
Everything I have dreamt and desired ,
Has always materialized.
Their eyes search for pain in mine,
Where none now exists,
I am blessed with abundance I believe,
I have long found my peace.
Kings come and go,
Empires rise and fall.
If there is a swell today,
Tomorrow will an ebb befall.
Nothing lasts for ever.
Not the joy of victory,
Nor the pain of sorrow.
For both I believe,
Live in borrowed time,
Only long enough to carve a story.
For what men tut tut or celebrate,
Are only miseries and wins of fate.
And fate my friend like sorrow,
Is an interim guest until
An other windfall tomorrow.
