Lost
May be It could be a lot more simple.
It was Then and It is Now.
Then, I find happiness in every little things.
Chasing dreams was once the way of reminding myself
That “I am living a Life”.
With every stroke of serendipity,
I land up where I am bound to be loved, cared and secured.
It was Then that
I keep on keeping on and try on trying on.
Consistency was key strength.
And so I never die within.
Now, A little confident left within;
Dream once a dream,
No longer a chase.
Things I want to tell the world are buried deep within.
Like a wall flower,
I am nowhere to be appreciated.
I enjoy my aloofness
Coz society is what I am scare of.
Trapped in within a fetters of societal talk and norms.
Now, I find no happiness.
If there is any,
A life of hermit is what I prefer.
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