Life is a puzzle

Another day passed by unsung and unheard,
At times the hopes rose against all hopes,
Then million moments passed without a word,
And hopes belied, without a ray of hope.


Not an agony, it was the saving grace,
For work kept the wanderer reined and shadowed.
Restrictions defied- the gypsy raced,
To run, jump and hop- on the grass upon the meadow.


Like the swelling river rising, emotions rose, for
The sea was close. Charmed river destined,
To wash off the temple of the lore,
Revered which was with its deity pristine.


And as the river, temple and the deity-
In the infinite ocean loose their identity,
The race against the time will be lost as ever,
Along with the thoughts that were, but were never.