Silver Cherries On Top

I go and go the way I should;
Doing things the way I could.
Never question the things I do;
Do I even understand its an outstretched loop.

My routine just goes too simple;
As simple as a tiny dimple.
Yet it occupies the entire space;
So much for me to have shoes without lace.

I run and run for an entire day;
Paying no heed to any delays.
Yet in heart there is still an emptiness;
A longing of real comfort and happiness.

Once said, I cannot think back;
Once looked, I cannot turn back.
As this comfort lies in their hands;
And this loop is a part of their plan.

With all these thoughts piling in my bed;
As I tell myself its all in my head.
And then I sleep 'tomorrow is different';
Clinging to hope 'may these words be different'.

No sooner I realize its already spring;
Still longing those words for meaning.
Never in my life I was late on my end;
But it all I came to an abrupt end,
When a ball flying my way was send.

It took a moment for me to realize;
Just how much of my mood was turned to ice.
And while lying, soon the lids were uncovered;
And shocked on finding it was already night.

I looked and looked the way I should;
Finding cherry blossoms in pale moonlight.
For above my head was a tree so huge;
And while in awe of this marvelous sight.

Then came the boy taking his ball;
And looked my way, then going on his joll.
For he was laughing at me being completely oblivious;
But only I knew I found joy in something so obvious.

And then I stood with a face of laughter;
Deciding I'll find joy while working harder.
And then my life was never the same;
For now I was a man more than just a name.

I still think of that day with cherry;
For now my life was filled with merry.
And with time and time I go on that spot;
At the place where I found silver cherries on top.

                       -- by Prateek Kumar Tripathi