And I have come a half way long,
Crossing every wobbly bridge…
Passing every rumbustious storm.
‘My destined path’ I accepted it to be,
With success guaranteed-
My dream destination awaiting me.
A wonderland that I always longed for,
Drawn with everything beautiful I wanted in it to be.
The picture perfect lifestyle I wanted to lead,
With the best ride: The most expensive one indeed.
A new realisation hit me…
As I reached the dreamt suburb.
A new dream bubble forming in my mind,
To do what I love to… To be one of a kind.
To no more run after success,
But to let what I love doing shine bright.
To revive the part of me with which I am blessed,
That for the time being because of the journey had dried.
But i have come a half way long…
What if going all way back to the beginning is wrong?
It’s never too late I know,
But the critical comments of the people-
Will I be able to endure?
Ah! A grave situation it is…
What should I do? Which way should I go?
And here I am! Settled in the middle of the path,
With an impossible dream in my mind and a trodden heart.