Cross road

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

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Lost world of words

Evening is still young

Sun has not gone home yet

Even as the clouds try to cover

The sky with its massive blanket

Rays of light over shadows it

With tinge of silvery brightness

I am alone waiting for night

To see the stars again

To throw dreams

At them

As I lost my way

Somewhere

I want to ask

For guiding lights

To open up new paths

Towards a lost world

Of words where I weaved

The canvas of imagination

To paint my words

With unseen colors

And spread splashes of joy

To those who might read one day

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