Living Me

For far too long I was the one
To back down and listen...
To what others want.
A bystander in my own life
Or so it seemed...
Life wasn't life,
For it felt like a dream.
A nightmare, a fairytale,
A dramatic fantasy...
Where was it going?...
I'd have to wait and see.

Now I stand accused
of demanding...
Taking control...
Yet all I see is me...
Steering the ship now...
Choosing the destiny of my soul.

So when I stand up and speak,
Give my morals a voice,
Bring life to my passions...
Live by My choice.
Know that it's love that pushes...
Pushes my soul to be me..
No longer a bystander...
A dreamer in a dream.

I am the woman....
Who I longed to be...
I stand my ground...
And no,
I won't let you...
Tread upon me...
Half my life has been given...
The rest shall be for me...

@s.irfanaleem  9.11.2014

Life's playwright

The mind lives in its own world.
A place where "what if's" are played out,

on silent screens.
A playwright for life's destiny... as the scene draws to the point

....where it no longer fades toward realities dreams. 
Then 'cut' and take it back...
Back to the center stage. 

The here and now, the scene ..
Performing... Underway.
Only to have to change,

a new direction,
A new presentation... 

Of a path to follow, to lead...
To life's dreams. 

And so goes on the writer,  the creator of scenes...
Waiting for the perfect creation of life's destiny...  
To direct the grand performance.

@s.irfan.aleem 9.11.2014