as i move through

Life is hard, you know. Challenges, tests and obscure committments. Our hearts give in sometimes. We don't seem to have a track of it. We all were born amateur. We've passed through hurdles, innumerable. Juggling our family, friends and work. But have we ever really had 'life'? We hold on to things, making things harder than ever. We hold on to people, making life irksome like never. We take no note of changes, as if they had been clandestine. We debar that people have changed. But they're no longer 'ours'; there's no more 'us'.

Your love is not a battle to be won, for me. Your faith is not a treasure to be stolen, for me. Your support is not a territory to occupy, for me. Your love is not a jewel to rob, for me. Yet why do I see an army ready to fight? Why do I find these tanks ready to blow off my head? Why do I see these warriors all set to knock me down? Why do I find these sky-high nailed walls? My love remains a territory yet to navigate, for you. My faith remains a mine yet to dig out, for you. My support remains a mountain yet to climb, for you. My love remains an ungoverned territory, for you. But how'd you get to reveal all that's hidden, when you're so busy managing your huge battalion. When you're standing too low to see beyond that huge wall. When you're making crazy plans to stay distant from me. The warriors have been fighting a lot vying your attention; Raising that huge wall everyday taller than ever. Those warriors are your betrayers, do you even know...

Is this an unheard song or the one you never wanted to listen? I have been singing for years, but does that even bother? There is a huge gala all around you. Their shrieks are louder than the song, aren't they? I've waited, grown weaker and older over years. You're undisturbed, the lasses still surround you. But one day, they'll be gone, for you'll not be young. Have even thought of that day coming? You might then remember that song; it's chorus and chords. You might ,then, think of the one who sang it. You might be urged to find that voice, that person, again. Those lasses won't help you, you mean no one to them, now. You discarded that song, the one full of love for you. You abandoned that maiden who still sings, just for you. Her unanswered love still awaits an answer. Her unheard song still awaits to be listened, on loop....

Adrift you may say I am; drifting on my own. Somewhere far in a fantasy of my own. "She has her own world that we don't know" I hear them say so but no one asks why. I've been searching for a friend, a companion. Someone who understands and shares the same passion. My soul yearns for a reliable mate. I ask ,"Does loneliness reign in my fate?" I've got queries and so do you, I perceive. But it's not you I trust, it's not me that you believe. Our destinies are the same, but our paths differ. You want another patron; I prefer some other. That is why, I belong to a different world, where I need not be someone else but just me. That is the reason I am afloat in my fantasy, where I need not be sad, but smile in ecstasy.