Wandering Mind

It seems as if life has come to a halt

a state which cannot be explained

I feel doubtful, trapped and confused

of where I want to be.

Sometimes it wants to fly, sing and voice out

but at times it hesitates.

Hesitates of what?

I want to know the reason

for which I cry, I bleed.

Is it worth it? 

Am I worth it?

Dreams are many but something stops me,

refrains me of aspiring high

Am I not capable? 

Am I not brave?

Sometimes I feel drifting away,

far away from  myself

Sometimes I wear a mask

A mask that protects me from them

Them for whom I live

Them for whom I breathe

I wonder if this life !

Would anyone survive here?

Life seems like a mirage

Imaginary, Illusionary

that calls from far

I surrender my soul

to those unknown

Not knowing how will it be

With an essence of hope

I want to see. 

BEING

I do not belong here. do I?

But I am here to stay.

Tracing back I find myself stagnant

But I was sure of my being

World seemed promising

With a hope of never giving up.

I know it never lasted

Blaming it on destiny

I marched ahead

To a state of being

Sleeping in the present.

I am here now, unstable

I tumble in puddles of uncertainty

People say,

Welcome the present with an open heart.

I decided to do so.

Still trying hard,

to adapt to a new environment.

Transient walls welcome me

Never promising but altering every time

I am aware of the change

though it is tearing me apart

Perhaps shedding my skin of dependency.

I am weak 

With no strength left within

to stop the happenings or to say a no.

Thereby, I am here

Hugging the offerings as I go with the flow.

Trying to see the world with rose tinted glasses

Deep within,

Aware about the transience 

that is still to unveil.