Standstill at a
junction
Of present
Two directions
Two outcomes
One heading towards
glories of past
Other heading towards
oblivion of silence
Uncertainty rules
Choice is beyond me
I have to wait
Until the war clouds
drizzle down
And clear the sky
Mistakes of past
haunt me
Journey towards
unknown beckon me
I’ve forgotten my own
soul
I am searching for my
old self
Lost somewhere in
ocean of quarrels
Lost my goodwill on
the mountain of agony
I tried to dig it
down to find plain ground
Where I lost my
identity
As I wish to be recognized
again
And tear apart the
tag of imposter
Perceptions built on
first impressions
Now stands tall in
front of my own shadows
I feel dwarfed by the
weight of my own image
I razed scars with my
words
Now I wish to heal
them with compassion
I seek forgiveness
But my lost identity
Blocks my entry to
old pathway
Hopelessly
I stare at the barren
new path
As time ticks down
But I wish for a new
path
For a new start
Straight from the
past
Without the murmurs
of discontent
Without the suspicion
of another breakdown
With a belief of
harmony
