Holding on

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.