Life...

I'm swimming in an ocean of confusion,
Wondering which way to go.
Should I go left, right or straight ahead?
Or should I just go back?

Now I'm standing on solid ground,
Thinking that I'm safe.
But then the ground starts shaking,
And I don't know where to go.
Should I go left, right or straight ahead?
Or should I just go back?

Maybe life is meant to be this way,
Maybe that's how I'm supposed to live-
Sometimes in an ocean filled with confusion,
Sometimes on shaky ground.
And when I'm confused or unstable,
I will ask myself these questions:
Should I go left, right or straight ahead?
Or should I just go back?

-Rhea. B
26.01.07

Midday Drowsiness

The day passes by slowly,
The atmosphere heavy with drowsiness.
The house is quiet and still-
Everyone's asleep 'cept for me.
I tell myself to get out of bed,
But my body refuses to move.
The birds chirp cheerfully outside,
Contradicting with my mood.
The clock's ticking away on my nightstand,
But Time has come to a standstill.
Everyone's asleep- have I said this before?
I sigh as my mind refuses to work.
All I'm hoping now,
Is for a better tomorrow.

-Rhea. B
01.01.07

The New Year

A new year has begun.
The sun seems to shine brighter,
And the day seems to be promising.
The taste of hope hangs in the air...

How easily we forget all the pain,
As the old year withers and dies.
We never remember all those sorrowful times,
We just look forward to the new year with eagerness.

Will this year bring a wave of hope?
Will we see a brighter future?
These are the questions that run in our minds,
While we celebrate the birth of a new year.

The first day of the year.
It brings a wave of laziness with it.
We make excuses to escape all forms of work,
And we sit back and relax all day.

People shouting, crackers bursting-
There's no time for sleep, a new year's begun!
We make resolutions, a hundred of them,
Not knowing if we can live up to them.

I look back at the previous year,
Which died just the day before.
I laugh, at all those stupid resolutions
That I'd made at the beginning of the year.
I'll surely make new ones this year,
And laugh again when this one dies.

-Rhea. B
01.01.07