April 14, 2017

Why am I so Impossible?

At everyone’s counsel with crushed ego
At everyone’s eyes aimless and fruitless
Standing alone,
Cutting a figure of sorrow,
Believing every soul is born
With the quest to seek;
It’s almost three and a half decades,
Deep down the churning never stops
Promising clues keep the show on...
Sometimes, the thought creeps in –
What if the quest and clues are mere mirages!
What if the seeking and waiting are all for nothing!
Even after so many years...
It is very hard to compromise with the world.

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