There'll be times when you feel like the road you're walking on
takes you back to an ocean of your Unsaid words...
and while there, a giant wave of nostalgia drowns you
In the form of 'could've-beens',  'would've-beens'  and  'should've beens'...
They're the sharks. Real killers!


Splash of regrets, ripples of anguish,
and the strong current of resentment
toss you around in a nauseating surge.

You float aimlessly, swirling, disoriented
while admiring the beauty of delusion.
But it suffocates you and before you realize it,
you've gone too far to swim away from the whirlpool...
and as you swim with all your might,
the body of water turns into a quicksand..
slowly devours the 'you' who has learned to live in the present,
Disillusioned.

Have you not already made your choice?
Have you not stopped the fight long before?
Have you not let it go?
When you had your chance...
When you could've turned things around
''Speak now...or forever hold your peace...''

You picked the latter.
Live with it, idiot!