Saturday, March 31, 2012

Closed doors and a new found key

On your face.
And you just
can’t take your
eyes off the door.
You don’t want to
turn around and leave.
You knock,
You bang your fist
on its chest;
You cuss and cuss.
Take a few steps
Run into it
And push.
But the door remains closed.
Not letting you
to make it through.
Finally, you give up.
And walk
Down the aisle
of closed doors.
Kicking a crushed tin
till it leaves you alone.
And then
you run into a key in a steel ring.
You pick it up and wonder.
Is it a lost one?
Or is this the key
to the door you ought to find?
Because, somebody once said,
“for every door He closes
He, always does, open another.”


Jyoti Mishra said...

loved the optimistic approach at the end !!
well written :)

Shubham Mundada said...

You really got a good way of expressing the things that one goes through... your words relates to the reader.... good write up

Poetic Soul said...

nice visuals it created in my head...liked the descriptive way of writing it...

Divenita said...

:) Liked it a lot! :)

Hari Akkavajhula said...

nice positive thoughts...