Makhtub, living life as it comes

Sunrise, did the yellow orb shine forth So did the thought of being something One skin prickled to activity One ran out for carpe diem Buckets of baggages, left behind Resolved and unresolved  Hidden away in clamshells Locked and forgotten for opportune times to come Work their will they do inspite of the clamshells Tears are shed in silent agony Decisions made in sanity and insanity Left to fend all across by ones fallacies Destined to keep the cycle running One day, one fine blessed day Sun did rise, the yellow orb in the sky The whispers died down The sound left the inner voice Epiphanies had in moments of extreme distress Demons in clamshells end up pearls in oysters

Thirty years hence, Tears stopped getting muffled A torrent of tears been shed Shredded the guts are to different corners Life did not catch up yet, memories did Taking a beating and bouncing back Time and Time again, Knowing life is not a play yard is just a pleasure Life did not catch up, understated memories did Tears flow unfiltered, than be kept away at Bay Wilful expectations crushed to powder Hope smashed beyond recognition Dreams smashed to dreary corners Will's broken than what would have been All is left is a shell of the mortal before Thirty years since, thirty years hence Life may or may not be around I may shed a thousand tears Be broken time and time again I may be mortal, yet I am I I shall persist, I shall persevere Broken I shall mould Torn I shall heal Will myself beyond normal For I may be known mortal My deeds, teary eyes or not, are and will be immortal