Walking on the road, all by myself
The picture seemed clearer, clearer like never before
All this while, all I saw was an illusion,
An illusion like always which is meant to be broken.
Those wonderful memories were etched into the hearts
But to bring them alive was a task,
nothing less than daunting I would say,
almost like predicting tomorrow today.
Trudging along on a road all alone,
wondering if happiness would ever be my home,
with smiles lighting up the face of every being,
only I seem to be left out of a happy dream.
I cried my heart out wondering what I had done wrong,
is it just a nightmare or my ideas and decisions all gone wrong,
have I become bad, I asked every person in whom I would see,
that small lingering trust, for that dear old me.
It was a fight, I had to hold on,
to those ideals and principles which had been mine all along,
it was difficult, no doubt, but not impossible I convinced,
held on to the tiniest sliver, standing at the very brink.
It seemed almost forever,
waiting, helplessly waiting for help,
would someone not get me to a place,
a place devoid of any guilt,
Saved I was after introspection came to me,
being yourself is never wrong, but seems so at times in the world of eyes that would see.
Brought to a state of tranquil I was, finally, just when sorrow had almost usurped my heart.
Walking on the road I am by myself, but it doesn’t seem lonely anymore,
a ray of light shining bright in my content face,
happiness had again become my home.
