Mihir Kamat

Tag: hope

  • Worth waiting for

    A gentle rose
    Waits for you
    Your touch, your caress
    Your gentle care

    Its scent intoxicates
    Mesmerizes
    Throws me off balance
    Just like you do

    It asks to be placed
    In your hair so silken
    It begs to adorn
    Your radiant beauty

    The rose is simple;
    It wants to fulfill
    Its purpose in life
    To be an object of beauty

    But it cannot wait longer
    For it will die;
    It simply cannot live
    Staying away from you so long

    But I believe, against hope
    It would live till you came back
    Because I know for a fact
    You’re worth waiting for.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt – Cupid’s arrow
    Featured image courtesy of Google.
  • Second chance

    Second chance

    I lie here wide awake yet
    I feel like I am dreaming
    All I can hear outside are
    Loud wails and excess screaming

    I see death smiling in the corner
    He’s waiting at my door
    He says he’s here to take me home
    To offer me much more

    He says I lived a mediocre life
    A life full of plans and caution
    The life I lived was not worth much;
    A life easily forgotten

    He promises to take me to heaven
    He appeals fervently to my heart
    He offers me a brand new experience
    He paints pictures of a fresh new start

    But then I see all the faces around me
    Loved ones gathered, saying their goodbyes
    And while I was taking my last few breaths
    I looked into their eyes

    I made my decision; I wanted my old life back
    I made a difference to all these people here
    So what if I lived a mediocre life
    I must have spread some cheer

    This was my world; this was my heaven
    This was where I was needed
    My life may not be worth much
    But it looks like I had succeeded

    Death admitted defeat and walked away
    He left me to my fate
    I had just received the gift of life
    With death walking out the gate

    And with that I snapped out of
    My stupor; my deathly trance
    It was my time; my fresh new beginning
    My second chance.

    © 2013 Mihir Kamat
    Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt – Karma Chameleon
  • A journey called life

    A journey called life

    Hello, fellow traveler
    On this journey called life
    You seem to be living on the edge
    Of a sharp, cold knife.

    You always seem to have a plan
    And in such a desperate hurry
    You want more done in lesser time
    But then you sit and worry

    You have no time for yourself
    Or for your family or friends
    Your watch drives your every action
    Hell, your day starts but never ends!

    All you think about is profit
    Or awards you must receive
    But you ignore those little things in life
    That you worked so hard to achieve

    It’s all about the little joys
    That makes living worthwhile
    It’s those little things you care for
    A hug, a kiss, a smile!

    You can’t go on living like this
    The madness has to stop
    Because one day your health will go
    And your energy will drop

    And all that will be left
    Is an empty shell, surrendered?
    Someone who did a lot in life
    But never got remembered

    No one will see who came first
    At the end, it’s all the same
    Life is a journey, and not a sport
    Or a trophy you can claim

    Live life one moment at a time
    No need to keep accounts
    Because life is not a start and end
    It’s the journey that counts.

    © 2012 Mihir Kamat