You (2)

My expectation from life was that of defeat,

The voices in my head went on to repeat,

“You are just a fleeting moment of time,

In this bewildering web of reason and rhyme”

But then I saw the sun shine with your borrowed light,

My palaver with life was now a mere existentialist fight,

Your voice was floating like a zephyr of hope,

My deflagrated soul was just learning to cope.

My defeats suddenly formed wings of their own,

Went off on their fancy flight - I could hear their incessant drone,

Their departure made me agnize the worth of defeat,

My expectation had been buried deep inside life’s retreat.

But then came the vision of YOU in this mélange of life,

That’s when I surrendered my desire for immortal strife …