Corridor of life

Iam taking what seems to be a never-ending walk along this long, long corridor of life.All along the sides are some beautiful clothes and some trash cans.I know not whether I will get to adorn myself with a few of those beautiful clothes as I pass by or whether I will get booted into one of those trash cans.I do know however, that Iam craving to walk the walk to the very end with my head held high, even if it means rolling out of a trash can that I get shoved into, somewhere on the way.

The Charm of Petals

I was once like this rose-covered diya - shining bright,
With a persona oozing intoxicating fragrance n dazzling light
Inconsiderate passesrsby breezed past, a lil too close;
Extinguished the light, tore apart petals of the rose.
Gimme back my light,gimme back my rosy aroma
Life's an ordeal to live without em,it's such a trauma.