College Dreams
-j.r.m© 2016
My college dreams
were young and naive…
untouched by the
complications
situations weave.
I had it all planned out,
Yes even with the building
Peer pressure and the times
My heart got broken.
I dreamed inspite of it.
There was hope in
my eyes, and the way
I viewed the world.
A certain innocence
that comes with
Being naïve…
Being pure
In the way
I hadn’t been dealt
A bad hand..
What would I know about pain?
What would I know about suffering?
What would I know about loss?
What would I know about weakness?
What would I know about struggle?
what would I know about giving up?
If I hadn’t even been put in a particular
Situation which called for feeling the above?
I learnt my biggest lesson after I was dealt a bad hand
Life isn’t only a bed of roses…it has thorns too,
that will prick you and you will bleed, hurt , scream, cry.
I learnt only later
that my college dreams
were nothing but a dream…
True life requires
a bit of suffering,
a bit of pain,
a bit of learning
a bit of falling
a bit of almost giving up
a bit of surrender
a bit of trust
a bit of heartbreak
a bit of struggle
a bit of learning to fly
a bit of crawling
a bit of falling down
a bit of bruises…
a bit of everything…
College dreams are nothing
But the dust of the ashes
I made my peace with…
But…
Occasionally I look back with a certain
Fondness to reminisce
The eyes that brimmed with hope
And that certain kind of innocence…
I miss the most…