TRACKS OF LIFE

Held upon the tracks of life

I am impatiently waiting for the red signal to turn green

to forge ahead.

Like an athlete jumping hurdles

to reach his/her finishing point

I am forbidden to jump

the hurdles which reminds

me and warns me of dire consequences.

Sometimes only for seconds or minutes,

sometimes for hours together,

I am condemned to

wait for the red to turn green.

I’ve lost count of the red signals

so far in my life and how many left ahead

for them to turn green

to reach my destination, no idea.

The inordinate delay

for me to pursue my

onward journey often gets on my nerves,

since the delay begets

impatience and boredom.

I can’t recall any smooth journey

in my life without red signals

which always play obstruction tactics.

Red and green intermittently do have

prominent roles to play

in this drama called my life.