In search of life i kept dying...

I kept dying till the end for the life
& at the end i came to know
i could not live my life

Since the young age
at the odds or the evens ...
at the dawn or at the dusk...
every moment
i kept searching my life
how can it be more beautiful
how can it be more lovable
how it can be more graceful
& finally it can get a happy ending
I clutched it so tightly
wanted to grab it so quickly
pawed dreams so firmly
so that i could not see the other parts
finally it became like sand
grabbed it tightly
When did open my palm
there was nothing
it was vacant
just leaving my hands dirty
I had nothing but
had to waste my time
to clean it again
i remorsed.. i regreted...
And came to know
i was blind
Who could not see the other parts
i was a rule breaker
who kept breaking it & suffering punishments
i was a prisoner
who was locked in luck & destiny
But the one was so strong
that kept my life alive
that was the WILL POWER
Still i kept running
I ran so fast to win again & again
but the finishing line kept running away from me
I kept running.. i kept panting...i kept resting
But it kept being away from me time to time
I wanted all so soon... so on time
but it set away more & more
I was upset... I was down...
But there was no other way to come out of it
Finally i never gave up
Because not the dreams
But the fight for it
made my life beautiful,lovable & graceful
& at the end life died
as the way i wanted it..