An army was coming at me
I stood there ready to brave it
Don't mistake it for fearlessness
That is for the weak of mind

Steeling my nerves
Finding a proper foothold
Focusing on the onslaught
I stood there ready to brave it

And then it hit me with all its force
Hard it was
To not give up
To not succumb

A cut here a stab there
Pain seared through my being
I was assured of my evanescent existence
As the battle axe rushed up to my throat

Slide, Swipe and stare

Thoughts conspicuous by absence

Something seems to be sinking

Sinking to a depth not known

But how much can flow out

The reservoirs gets drained 

The moist air must rise

To accumulate and give back

The empirical evidence though

Is not of a nature encouraging

Leaving one breathless 

Grappling and struggling for air

Sheer desperation gives a respite brief

But doesn't solve the problem whole

Fear of suffocation keeps nagging

Why this ailment continues to inflict?

The two roads
Bothering people from so long
One always treaded upon
The other deprived of company

How platonic does it all sound
Having been talked upon
People must have learnt by now
Territories uncharted are not to be fled from

But it's not just fear it seems
There is a feeling of loss
Though amusingly
Loss of something never had

Still loss can be over come
Who knows what will be there
Waiting in that place Unknown
Reserved for the heathens

It never started with a hi
Neither did it end with a goodbye
Tumbling through space and time
Always bothered by the question, why?

Why continue this pursuit?
Why be so persistent?
Why put in so much effort?
Why not just give up?

And no it didn't stop at that
Trailing behind the first came another
In no manner less intriguing than its brother
What will it be like when it's all over?

Will it be like spring ?
Full of fragrant bloom
Or will it be like winter ?
Dull, hard and cold

The questions unanswered
The perpetual tumbling continues
With no end in sight
Oh only if she replied!!

Proud of being a part
Part of a whole not understood
Holding on to a perception isolated

Nothing is wrong in the thought
Only requirement is an integrated contemplation
Not something which can stand alone

Division is not the answer
Accommodation is to be strived for
Being considerate should be the goal

Freedom everyone deserves
But even the books says
Compromise for the sake of others