I Quit the Queue to Join a Journey

Can I make a day without my Maker?

Can I save myself without my Saviour?

Will I stand against the tides of the day?

With sounds and lights around me circle

In spiral movements spin my troubles

I lose my steps and fall by the wayside

A leap towards the sky in hurry

A plunge towards the depth in despair

Never I reached anywhere I wanted

Thought I may be good at something

That I could reach somewhere before death

Still I find myself as a no one doing nothing

Days announce winners as they choose

News spread like fire bringing them fame

I remain at the back of the long  queue waiting

They say, talent and perseverance work

But I still have my doubts on this answer

And I lose hope in the making of myself

Ignoring the crowd, I give up my efforts

Turn to the empty space hardly crowded

A little is the number and no one waiting

The paths seem narrow and dark to walk

And long to reach at the end so fast

But a guide and light was gifted to reach the goal

I have to choose, here or there, in haste

Don't turn back, Master says, firm

I look at the Guide holding the Light, calling in love

I choose to leave the crowd where I was none

And take the sure way, with an identity confirmed

Hard was the path but sure are my feet and my heart

As I finish a mile or two I realize to myself

That the way of the world was a mad trance

And the days without Him was a hollow dance