starting with

Sumtimes we find ourselves running alone in a race
Sumtimes completely blank between the paces
Unseeing what we can see easily
Still sumtimes pretending just not to see
Sumtimes we wish to do sumthin
But end up doin sumthing else
Sumtimes everything is just a striaght line
But sumtimes its a but haywire
When thought on, realise its not actully confusing
But we make it so
Rather we are confused between
Our wish list and expectations and expectants also
Peoplecome and go just like time who doesnt wait
The journey is not easy its quite hard to judge
Pressure is constant irrespective of situation
Its completely upto us just where exactly to budge
Alone we come n so do we go
Help and support is sure to get in this game
But minding well its just a help for the time being
We end up by reaching the finish line and get rewarded with a grave...!

thats a smal poem which i thot to put...jus 2 start in with...