Two years down the lane,
History seems to repeat itself,
Everything seems unchanged,
All that occurred in the past,
Is recurring, leaving me unhinged.
The bleak mornings and dreary nights,
Of the rains of this year,
Are mere shadows,
Of the summer of that draconian year.
The time I hid myself from all the love and fame,
To save myself from this world full of fake,
Removing the last vestiges of the life led till then,
I detached myself from people and pain.
After distancing myself from people,
Becoming socially impaired the only choice I could handle,
I never thought I would have to again face,
Any memory of the past knawing at my progression and pace.
Life and Love have created another uproar,
And yet again I am at a CROSSROADS.
Life looms above me asking,
Should I or Should I not?
Well, it keeps questioning me time and again;
Do you want someone to fall for the idea of you?
Show your true self and let someone fall for you?
They have both given me choices to make,
And have left me with brutal decisions to take.
Entering the world without my facades,
Leaves me defenceless and scared,
It puts me on a pedestal,
Laying my vulnerabilities at stake.
Lively, loved and coherent or Stranded, alone and obscure,
The choices I make will lead me to either of these thestrals.
As the circle of life will complete itself,
It might meet the others,
Is all I will be left with to hope for,
Once I have decided upon the flow of one road.
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