At the junction

Why I can’t seem to know
the directions from where we came
the roads we took
to the places I don’t know

Why do the chosen paths forget themselves
the reason of their existence
the steps in the ladder
leading to our destiny

We can choose which way to take
but not the destination
like the dream that our mind weaves
but doesn’t know the ending of

Forgetting the reason
of standing where I stand
all the plans can only melt
in the furnace of time

The dilemma of choice
the futility of choosing the right over left
the agony of dreaming the future
while the present stands still

The inability to decide
to keep or to give to you
what is not completely mine
but truly ours

Or maybe it’s just me
swayed by the colors
and the scenery against which I rowed blind
with the two hands of time

Is it just a mere coincidence
that we are drowning
in the time that flows,
dissolved in each other’s eyes?

 

– Ishan ‘tarang’

 

P.S Something I wrote extremely quickly on my phone many days ago. Kind of reflects that particular day and the thoughts at that particular time 🙂 Had a very different feeling writing it and felt no rhyme either.

About tarang

Business and technology journalist, geek, star gazer, foodie and loves trying out new music. And yes…loves beaches! Find me on Twitter @ishan_srivastav This blog started out as a place where I wanted to put down my thoughts on events happening in my life and sometimes, the world! But over time, it has served me well as my diary where I write my little poems…one of my favorite hobbies. I hope one of these will strike a chord with you. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading! Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts. Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts. Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me. Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. - Shel Silverstein

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