She grew up without the real it...,
And never even realised its need then...
And when at a continuation of teenage she found it,
She wasn't really astounded...
So continued her lack of need for it,
She was busy on a one-track field then...
Slowly the thought struck and began to take root,
But somehow, she couldn't convert each single opportunity to a mass route...
and soon, off the idea did scoot !
Further along in her journey, she had some brilliant individual accompaniments ...
But never did dey make music as an orchestra brings!
Since they were all ragas of their own,
Moods always didn't match frequencies ... And so she was still alone...
Whenever she thought she had come nearer to one,
Circumstances always conspired to make each of them run...
So it went on for years n years..
and the thickness of the real n potential losses was now several layers!
She realised maybe she should go back in time....
But when u're so far, u can never distinguish a pound from a dime...
And even after years when she thought and she chose,
This epithany can't be really put down in prose..
scars whether given by near ones or those who are far,
Right upto yr soul, have the ability to char!
Till this day she wonders what n why each of this occurred,
Some stories she told herself, n some she heard..
It really is a miracle to have a circle of good frens,
Investing time in them makes real good sense...
But she also knows for a fact that the choice is not always hers,
Sometimes its thrust on u...its like a Curse!
P.S. - comeback poem :) also u'd have noted that I've not put any day count... Will not be mentioning it henceforth :)
Realised u can't always have a set agenda:)
