Mediocrity

For a major part of my life,

I have cursed my luck.

I let her be the bitch she was,

And never gave a fuck.

Now, in the hindsight, I see,

She was always with me.

No matter how I screwed up in life,

She would get me to where I needed to be.

All I had to do, was to go with the flow,

But the skeptical me, would just wait.

Have I not done things I was supposed to do? Of course.

But always, below expectation and too late.

Epics

Romanticism, is what this poet lives by.
Not read a single love epic- Have often asked myself why.

Would not have let myself get influenced,
By a story lived or imagined by someone else.

Is it not for the soul, to find and live its own love?
To each, its own- Unique is the experience.

Have I not loved the way one is supposed to love ?
Have I not lived my own epic?

If there is a God up there,
I will let him testify; he can take his time.