A tired duel
lost i feelthe words they betray
a bruise waiting to smart
a story yearning to be told
but are you so sacred that
my inner self
blocks from telling
how you came to be
my war with destiny
draws a second wind
of love more lost than lived
i am tired and turning my weapons in
she tosses me around
and gives me a new lease of life
each day i gleam in
the hope that this one
shall take me through
but before i can take a step forward
warning signs flash that
this might be my end
and i quiver
coz cautious i have become
self-preservation has kicked in
from the mistakes of a reckless abandon
that my former self enjoyed
all choices were wrong it seems
none led me to be
the person i had wanted to become
but i am here still
someone not so alien
i retain some of the will
to get it alright still
but patience all warn me
will be the virtue
that sails on this sea
were it not i think
the rebels who brought to be
the inventions that today
make our lives easy
who i am- i question
a good girl who will
comply, abide by and perish
or a guilt ridden conscience
who will be someday forth
hailed as the best ever
where do i draw a line
with none to guide me
but solitude they say
is the hero's destiny
posted by Richa @ 12:18 PM
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