Hurdles in Desert

Hurdles in Desert

A Poem by Maan
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All I know that I can't stop, can't stop walking..

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I don't know why I kept myself in darkness,
Why I was dissipating myself,
for the completion and success,
When I knew everything,
All the reasons to stop,
Sometimes I get the answers,
without any conquest,
without any research,
But sometimes I need to dig deep,
In every particle of me,
In every moment,
That I’m unaware of,
But I'm not tired of discovering,
But I need to know why?
I need to move on,
I need to fight,
and go through this all,
I know that I've no other choice,
 than to face,
every hurdle that comes,
cause I'm walking,
in this huge desert,
of unknown limits,
Can't escape from its dust,
from its cruelty,
though I'm not asking,
neither begging for mercy,
But sometimes,
I just get confuse,
that why I'm even walking,
When I know there's no end,
of this journey,
When I know my grave,
is prepared already,
and there's no one near or far to ask,
that Why?
But I'll not stop,
I'm not feeble,
I want to die with dignity,
I want to keep on walking,
looking for answers,
searching for solutions,
and keep on facing,
these hurdles in desert.

© 2012 Maan


Author's Note

Maan
Was feeling just too lost while writing about it, thinking about life, dreams. Well do let me know how you feel about it.

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Kes
This is great! I think, you know, we all feel this way. I think life is lived this way for a lot of people - certainly for me. You're stuck out in the middle of nowhere... you know exactly where you're going, but you have no idea where you are. And you keep facing these hurdles - these challenges - and you get knocked down a lot, but you have to keep getting back up and, like you said, keep on walking. Of course you're just walking to your grave, but... well, you're going to end up there in the end anyway, so you might as well go down fighting.
This is an amazing poem. You've really got me thinking.
Keep up the hard work!
K

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I really liked this piece. You captured how life can be. For me the unending search for knowledge (In myself and also the world) is a driving force for all I do.
Your writing has a bit of a musical cadence to it that I enjoy.
Keep up the great work!

Posted 11 Years Ago


A breath of air to feel, hear, the boots you pull on fit,to look and know that worn leather feel you too, two together step off four paces ,then back, they are yours.Why me why ,my poetry,who knew? This brush of key space? I give you "Soul" then "A Letter Dear Courtney"

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is very well put. It reminded me of Alexander the Great or Darius III even.. wandering, particularly Alexander's travel through the Gedrosian desert. You seem to have had a similar contemplation that I'd imagine he'd be having at that point... expanding an empire at great cost, losing men by the day as he traversed across the sand. A mix of emotions you've brought together here in synthesis. It's a perfect picture of life and her dualities. My favourite lines were:
'Sometimes I get the answers,
without any conquest,
without any research'
Perfectly put! It gave me chills reading that over. Thank you so much for sharing this piece with the community! It was an excellent read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wonderfully expressed. Can feel the uncertainty, pain. Good write that feeling of being lost yet still having to get through the day .

Posted 11 Years Ago


I think at some point in our lives we all begin to look for answers for the queries that we long have ignored.And this quest of knowing a lot changes inside-out.And the dilemma of human condition is no surities..But yet we all are here to experience n evolve..
Very nice write..Keep searching...and keep writing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow makes one think, this is one pwoerful read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Impressive poem, it was an interesting bit about conquering ones inner limitations represented by the hurdles and the endless dessert. I thought the dessert it's self was a rather clever metaphor, very nice work

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Eve
beautiful, it's all we can do. Just keep going.

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Kes
This is great! I think, you know, we all feel this way. I think life is lived this way for a lot of people - certainly for me. You're stuck out in the middle of nowhere... you know exactly where you're going, but you have no idea where you are. And you keep facing these hurdles - these challenges - and you get knocked down a lot, but you have to keep getting back up and, like you said, keep on walking. Of course you're just walking to your grave, but... well, you're going to end up there in the end anyway, so you might as well go down fighting.
This is an amazing poem. You've really got me thinking.
Keep up the hard work!
K

Posted 11 Years Ago


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You expressed your feelings very well, and i like your flow of thoughts.
This is very deep, and imprinted also written from the heart. I just feel the same way, want to know why. Thanks for sharing..Keep it up buddy :D

Posted 11 Years Ago



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