When you see a tunnel...

When was the last time you felt inside a tunnel? Like the one who is standing alone and lost but determined to find the way out. Like the one who wishes to make that prolonged whistling sound before it is whizzed out. Like the one who can see through the light even in the charcoal black darkness. 

Standing at the start point it always feels it is too long, and the feeling get transpired to mind through a thought that makes the journey arduous. Bogged down by our own expectations, we alienate ourselves from the small pleasures of wins. We may over achieve or under achieve, but achievement is never celebrated and underachieved is never forgotten. And time eludes us...

I was standing, with the head held high,
Wind blew, scattering that was all nigh.
Sauntering in the Sunlight,beckoning the Lord,
I lay determined for all His chords.
A ferocious wave for me was send,
This was the time He wanted me to mend.
Spilled, fretted, bemused was I,
Broken dreams could pass through my eye.
Hopes and Desires as scaffold-
Embarked on an Odyssey with turns manifold;
Whirled by the expectations,
Shrouded in manifestations-
I moved along unfettered;
Stooped, smacked or applauded,
Hoodwinked at what makes me contended.
Pacing with the slipping time,
Taking caution for all my strides,
I will stand with  my head holding high,
Whether waves or winds now fly.
For I believe there is light,
My tunnel can't be longer than life.