Why is it always so?
That I can't get out of the sorrow,
Of doing a thing I didn't want to do,
Of saying things that weren't true,
To people who I love the most,
Who hold, in my heart, the highest post.
Why do I always try to escape?
From swimming in the water of the lake,
Because of the fear embedded in me,
That sometime, somewhere it meets the sea,
In my heart, this fear does always seep,
That I might drown in water that's knee deep.
Why do I hope that the season be dry?
I don't like the dark clouds in the sky,
I see only the darkness, the black side of them,
Think that they bring deluges, mayhem,
To the silver lining of them, I m blind,
Never thought of the happiness I may find,
In the raindrops that may bring some respite,
To the desert in me, from the sun dry and bright.
Why do I hurt those who are close to me?
By choosing that its not better to see,
When they wave their hands so I may stop by,
And eat a piece of the happiness pie,
But I m too busy avoiding the potholes,
Too blind to see those souls.
Why do I always look back?
And regret the infinite gap,
The gap I created by running so fast,
In the race between me and my past,
The gap between me and them,
That widens every now and then.
Why do I always lose ?
In the battle between my own twos,
One that tries to avoid the blocks,
The other that tries to make the stops,
Life is about moving on, one says,
Stop and see the beauty of life, the other prays.
Why do I never know?
Which way to leave and on which to go?
Who is a friend and who is a foe?
When to rise high and when to lie low?
Perhaps, I will never know....
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