Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Rusted Mast

We grow up!
We grey up!

All those rosy lanes,
Become a part of rain

The memories are vast,
Amidst the rusted mast

The life keeps going,
Like a sail-boat sailing

The winds determine our directions,
far we move from our affections

To touch the waves high,
Slowly that of which fade out of sight

I always end up meeting myself,
the one who questions me of my Self!

Why didn’t you do this and did that?
Why was there always a hidden want in ‘that’?

I don’t know what to answer
for Life is a huge wander!!!

The place where I belong today
Is where I was destined to be anyway

Be this or that or want or desire,
what still remains in that Fire

Up the stream I might reach the shore,
the ‘Shore’ which I was born to reach!

The place which would calm the fire, answer to me self
of all this, that and wants of my self!


  1. Nice Sadaf!!
    As we grow up, we actually come to know the real definition of LIFE..n various twist n turns but at last its destined to happen...

    1. Exactly! Destiny is something we should believe in..:)
      At the same time be true and have GOOD intentions, for that is what pays us back.
      Allama Iqbal has written, "Khudi ko kar Buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehle, Khuda bande se khud pooche, 'Bata teri raza kya hai?' "
      So only by making yourself right you can change your destiny! :) :)
      God Bless us all..!

  2. I always end up meeting myself,
    the one who questions me of my Self!

    Loved these lines!! again profound and deep :) Keep up the good work!

    1. Yes Monica! That happens pretty often and in simple words is called INTROSPECTION! ;)
      Thank you so much Sweets..!