Ah…What is there that can’t be thrown at me?
What is there that can’t be shouted at me?
I stand cold and drenched in pain all mirrors to my destiny.
A milieu of emotions and a bag full of expectations.
I know I have to do it for the lot,
And I know I should have done up till now.
But I am late and I have to mend it, somehow.
I can’t end for sure before I let it sort.
As I pen down the things that keep me occupied,
I see the reminiscences and count the hasty decisions gone by.
I should have, I could have and a couple of questions more.
Delude my vision and hurt me like a running soar.
It may be the reality that was supposed to be,
Or it may be what I made myself to be.
But, whatever it is, if it is here to stay.
It might not be long, that I could no longer face the day.
I wish and I know it will surely end one day,
Bright sun and blue sky; will dawn a new day.
Dead or alive, I would have nothing more to say,
For I would be content; I would CALL IT A DAY!
