Jealousy made me write
I wrote to exude the fright
That lost was my significance
If Ever had I any

Though it was the trigger
But was not the driver
Perpetuity of this exercise
Had a source suppressed

Suppressed by the lack of belief
Belief in one's own self
The ego had to be revived
The soul had to have an outlet

An outlet for all emotions
To make space for the new
And to bring to the fore
All thoughts kept reserved

Decision eludes the mind

Realisation of this comes

With happenings indicative

Of the path taken

It doesn't seem to be right

If this really was

The choice to be made

Then why does it fell so sad

On the fork it felt like

The way to go

But didn't anticipate 

That pain will flood with the step first

Wish is to run back 

To go the way other

But then who knows?

If the gates will be open still

With this comes a doubt 

Was it fear of being turned back

Masqueraded as a choice

Which brought it all to this

Am I this weak?

Or is this really the way it's supposed to be?

Awry seems to be

The way things go

Light comes to be

When thought it was not of

But this is not

Where we close

A milestone it is

In a journey long

Haunted we will be

In the times to come

Of failure and of loss

But hope will carry us on

Still a doubt lingers

What is all this for?

What would be gained?

What would be lost?

If we give up now

Maybe it's just a chase to the horizon 

A goal always within sight

But Never to be achieved

Choice is one thing we have 

Being deprived of that

Is a wrong great

Too great to be borne

Hindering the ways 

Not appreciated at a place particular 
Blocking the path to growth

The stoic self overriding the rational

An issue it is to take cognizance of

If harm there is none

Tangible or intangible 

How does angst figure in

Don't fear change 

There is a universe 

Beyond your zone 

Where diversity abounds

Remember choice is not just for the other

Right one has to question 

To get an explanation 

Just listen to them once

Listen without prejudice

Remember it's all about justice

The inability to comprehend

What hits the others

Living under the assumption 

That it's all a charade

Considering the fact to be odd

That there can be a side another

Labelling all else

As beyond the acceptable

If they show angst

At being wronged on and on

Then that is being a traitor

Because there is a mold

That which doesn't fit

Has got to get chipped 

Irrespective of the wish

Pushed in they always are

But doesn't matter does it

Throwing stones at the deaf man's door