Being Myself!

Who cast an imprecation at me,

The time changed at the hit of the night;

So meretricious it appeared,

I followed it sans questions;

And when I found

The right, The Wrong and then some

I got that I was tired

And not right.

I was tired of being myself

With lots of possibilities and confusions:

The dreams and the aims,

The feet and the steps,

So not-in-accord.

So helpless like a ten cross ten matrix,

Attenuated with time gradually,

It seems like a self claimed portrait

Of hopelessness

When I come across the mirror.

Then it happens,

Someone silently approaches

Out of the dark;

Want to hold my hand and walk,

Till sunrise,

And leave me refreshed

Not tired, not dejected.

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