The Trials of Time and World are ruthlessly planned
These tides flow in and drown our castles on Life’s Land;
Wash away the grains of sand that cover us all
And thus we re grow, and re begin our crawl.
It is in Times of gloom when darkness covers you
When no one is beside – not even the Closest ‘ Few’;
In Times such you realise the Fight within your inner Self
And You overcome all – who once was a helpless elf.
Every time when Time buried you deep under the Earth
In the Depths you discovered inside
you the ever burning Hearth;
The Flames flamed your Spirit and up it rose
And lifted you up – because that’s what you chose.
The Rise was never meant to be an easy job
For your Soul was trampled by the ruthless mob;
Yet you fought and rose with tears, sweat and blood
The Earth trembled – and your agony covered the mud.
These Tides of People and Time cannot be lived without
Else how will you rise and your inner Self sprout;
Such Times in life will make you apprise
You will come out – your Fall is your Rise.
Gurjeevan's poetry 