Life's at an odd junction-
Loose strings to be tied.
All relations in a mess-
Twisted and stressed.
Knowing not how to
Iron out creases,
Doing everything that pleases
Everyone else but my own
Tired and battered soul.
Wish someone would
Come along
Hold my hand and ask me
To belong
To his life and his alone.
I'll gladly walk away,
Leaving behind the hurt
And sorrow,
To walk through a new by-lane
Where at every step
There's a new relation-
A chance to clean my slate,
A chance to start afresh.
This life has seen enough
To want to close it's eyes
To everything old-
To leave this cresh,
And form new ties.
It's early yet, I know,
To want different meanings,
Newer faces.
But it's never too late
To salvage what little is left
Of a heart in constant pain,
A pride screaming foul,
And a conscience feeling confused
And always,
Always so deeply troubled.
Wonder how it will come to be-
A dream of something so beautiful-
Something so pure,
Creating a stainless past,
Wishing it to forever last.
No more looking behind backs,
Cynically awaiting new attacks,
Arrows from different angles-
Allegations and judgements,
Causing ties to detangle.
Away from all of it,
Riding towards the shore
With dreams in my eyes
Of that perfect life-
Focusing on only that
Which makes up the world
Around this dream,
Searching for perfection-
In life and in me.
