While I waited to live, the life almost got over &
I realized the mortal I was meant to be,
When I stood at the crossover,
The traffic of insecurities jammed the heart,
The web of memories fogged the path.
Life needed a closure I realised.
Of all the weary mistakes,
I understood, I was still paying the price.
Acclimatizing was even more difficult,
The world brimming with youth, and I much older…
Every day I elude the unacquainted smiles,
I avoid the greetings made by the passer-by’s.
It pierces my heart, to know that I don’t fit in any longer,
I try to act brave but my heart isn’t any stronger…
The day progresses and then comes to a halt,
& the tears wash away the anxieties at fall.
I want to give up desperately and not get up at all,
I still force the wrecked carcass to crawl.
Why, I still pretend I ask myself,
Why doesn’t this wretched journey ever end?