Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Savior

In everyone's life there are one or more people who come as savior. They understood you, helped you, guided you, saved you from predicament and then gradually disappeared. Sometimes they do it of their own will; but most of the time we only forget them and push them into oblivion. They save you in many ways you can be saved. They extend their hands selflessly when you need them most and never ask anything in return.









Standing on the cross-road
Swept away in an opaque crowd
Or whirling aimlessly
In a neverending carousel.
Lost in a thousand ways,
Was looking for a way out

Failed attempts to fight a battle unarmed
Remained my voices unheard
Whilst lost in the darkness of daylight,
You showed a sunrise; new and bright.
Whilst running almost astray,
You showed the hope imminent in another day.

Holding your hand I stepped into the ladder
You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.
With a dream of million stars shining,
In search of rainbow, I kept on walking.
Glimpsing back in time, didn't I bother
You smiled, watched me going up, my savior.

2 comments:

  1. Even in this mechanised world, there do exist such people and i know a few too. Your poem struck chord with me. Beautiful lines. .

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  2. Thanks Maliny. In my life also there do exist such people who hold my hand during my tough time.

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