Hope

The magnanimity of hope strangle's us all to its bosom,
Gasping for life we struggle every other moment.
Waiting for a long awaited sign of relief,
We all struggle to the last breath in our soul.

He comes though never and ever, even now,
The vanishing faith of the hopeful lays barren.
And the dream, the hope, and the illusion you may call,
All remains just as any other delusion called life.

He tempts you with his imminent signs and shiver everyday,
You lay awake for a better day yet again betrayed.
The reprieve, so short lived like an early morning dream,
Looked so real and close yet never near to bear true.

He plays games with your senses and emotions,
You yield like a child ignited by the strange new toy.
The element of surprise still alive and woken by hope,
Still thinks the day of relief has arrived at last.

He scoff’s and sneer‘s at your unending efforts,
Like you were never meant to be happy ever again.
Till you loose your hope and all that was keeping you alive,
And fall beyond the depth of faith you can fathom .

You may call him hope today and faith some day later,
You may live with just him as your guardian angel till the end.
He may come to you maybe not today or later,
Yet you breath every breath in his name forever.