But When…

Looking back into the days that have passed,

I tarry to understand,

What has gone amiss.

I take a sojourn to delve into the joys and pains

And find that I stand between the thin line of possibilities and impossibilities.

All that could have been but did not,

And all that is, which I wanted not!

Love which I searched for and found not,

Love which I got but did not desire,

People who came and went

Leaving sorrow or joy,

Sorrow at the most,

Joy, which could not find a compromising friend in me,

And when the reel unrolls before my eyes,

I find myself moving on,

On the thorns of life perturbed, and unperturbed

But I have sought to fight it all in good cheer.

But where is the end to this?

When do I begin to live again,

Live without the fear of being hurt again?

Perhaps I would find the time

To throw back my head in a jestful laughter,

Not perturbed about what tomorrow brings.

And perhaps that’s when I shall be able to tell the world:

“Thank you for loving me,

Thank you for hating me,

Thank you, for returning my love with pain,

But now, I will not be hurt again!”