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.