Updated: Sep 13
Considering his life to be an unnamed game, poet Sreeraj Kolora mentions how it is his responsibility to sort the rules and win the game before being won over. Dealing with the idea that life is a game through “My Life My Game”, the poet tells the truth that you are either in control of your life or controlled by others.
I ask my life, why can’t I be
Why still a clue out of the blue
I can’t prowess so still a mess
I am by me, can never be you
Therefore, my life should just go through
I don’t know much so don’t ask me much
What my life has been, what it might be
What can I tell, I can’t just see
My aim’s so far yet. Still, I reach
Plunders to judge and my target to get
It’s not so hard to just connect
My heart will get, I mustn’t regret
Savour my dreams and devour my fears
At last, I take control and ask for more
It has been slow and will be so
My leaps of faith with no harness to be
To play the game with just no shame
Because once I pack I can never look back
My life’s a game and has got no name
I run my race to keep up my face
With whole my pace and fear no place
I play my game not just for fame
The prize to claim is to reach the dome
Not just a name but it is my name!
I feel so real because I run my reel
My life to cherish and ways to relish
My part to share is what I care
I am to click and present the relic
The relic to mine is the reel of mine
For all the rest not just my peers
I know the game and still, am playing
I might be none but did just tell
Because it ain’t just for me but for all to be
To play the game or just be played.
This contribution is photographed by Pankaj Tottada.
This poem is available in paperback & ebook.