Tough times ahead

Tough times ahead

Be ready to face tough times ahead,

Figure it out like jam with butter and bread,

Tough times that test your mettle, make it hard enough to survive the scare,

And grab any opportunity that come its way, cache it in as rays rising from glare.

 

Make every moment count, every drop that falls,

From your sweat, like water on dry walls,

Paint a picture crimsoned in brightness on canvass,

Never build in your story of success in a short frame.

 

Don’t stay stuck up or stranded,

Without any motive to survive or push forward to,

For when there is a shower from God, Almighty,

Things could anyway and for sure would sway to and fro.

 

There are advices from people all around,

Accept them as lessons from the crown,

For when there is a need to out throw,

Intense pressure is surmounted upon innocent soul.

 

Every moment is crucial, every second is justifiable,

But the mettle gives in to clutches of the will,

Will is quite powerful to steer in towards way,

Sometimes above and sometimes droops down under the bay.

Tough times are typical to face,

They shatter the head and shake the base,

Of a stable person’s attitude and gravity,

And befools him time and again creating depravity.

 

Chillness is felt in nerves, so do they tremble,

Under irresistible thunder of motionless thoughts,

Thoughts preoccupying and boggling the mind,

Trying to escape yet getting bind.

 

Soul ventures out to find peace somewhere,

Yet longing for it drift away the only boat,

That seems going the right path or way,

And steers away towards an unknown darkness.

 

This tests your patience levels,

Checks into your blood pressure levels,

Asks in for your magnanimity,

And creates freakiness and anonymity.

 

Times that surge into your dream,

Of reaching the pinnacle and zenith;

Make you remember each moment struck at,

By clock of testing times, of turpitude that playeth.

 

Convert all negative emotions to assertiveness,

And chisel away the friction and roughness,

Process the difficulties as and when your perceive,

Testing times grind the moment you do receive.

 

There are blows felt directly on head,

Take the “bull by its horns” or be ready to be led,

By a stronger person having an affinity for success,

Or get drawn into an ocean of mess.

 

This mess does extrapolate a weird silence,

That piles into more burden of tests,

Times don’t test, they just echo the feeling,

Of the illogical beast to end your tireless reeling.

 

Do peel away your fears and let brightness sparkle,

From dull voice let the lion roar,

For times do giggle and juggle,

Around the person and embellish him to struggle.

 

There’s always a stop to every count,

Always a motive to every pound,

Always a desire to rise and unleash the myth,

Always a fire to win with all grit.

 

Always times may not be tough,

For toughness is hidden in impact,

An impact plunges in more effort,

That drives into superior personal wit.

 

Where’s a way to live in peace,

When there’s all by an large a losing spree,

Of disappointments, disagreements, disproportions, disadvantages,

That do deteriorate and admonish a person to give up.

 

Hence trusted times are waiting ahead,

‘Trust’ being synonymous to tough test lying ahead,

That ends up the fear after building a bed,

A cot that comforts a dying pledge,

A pledge to rise and uphold the task,

Of winning and filling with success the flask,

A flask of sweetness and taste of victory,

That is beheld by tough times covered graciously and beautifully…..

 

 

————-        BY JASJIT SINGH SODHI

 

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