Tuesday, October 24, 2006

My life

I never, in my wildest dreams

Imagined my life to be the way it is

In a way I am glad,

Even though I presumed

My life would be simple, mundane,

A primitive girl

From a rural little village

I am

I met my prince charming

at 19

married him at 21

happily ever after

story ends

HELL NO

Yes, met the man of my Dreams

At 19,

Fell madly in love

He is the one,

Perhaps

Not

Infidelity

Small word

Such a big punch

I am amazed by

Ones who survive it

I couldn’t

I didn’t

Man of my dreams

No way,

He is not a cheater

His is not unfaithful

He is honest full of integrity

Nope he was definitely not the one

Search continues

The beginning

Of my life

at 27

Yea, that is when I discovered

Me

Who I am,

What I am

Can’t believe it

Took me 27 friggin years

To realize that

I Have integrity

I am strong,

Independent, confident,

And beautiful

But

My biggest downfall

My conscience

My most wonderful, amazing attribute

My conscience

The most compelling law I know

My friggin conscience

Lucky for me

I abide by it

Because I believe in

Karma

What goes around

Comes around

I get it all back

Perhaps I am getting back,

I believe that

And even though I am

Getting my share of woes

They come with

Many more euphoric moments

Enriching moments

Those are the moments I live for

Rather

I live for the moments

I realize

I am thankful for the

Happiness that I do get.

2 Comments:

Blogger UL said...

I guess, you were a romantic to begin with, but your experience in the early years changed your attitude toward life..made you view life more practically, maybe here's where your attitude toward men in general also changed?

But I admire the way you picked yourself up, and turned around your life the way you wanted it..discovering yourself in the process and being independent.And finding happiness...it is so much more than 'just sinking' as a lot of people would have done. Great going Nali.

5:20 AM  
Blogger Nali said...

hmm, yes, I am a romantic at heart...my thoughts are very romantic. Here is where I am an oxymoron again, because I am also an idealist...I don't think romantics and idealist really go together. This poem was really about my ex-husband.

7:17 AM  

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