A thousand thoughts trespassed my befuddled mind,
But my legs simply refused to survive the grind.
Should it be the beaten path that I follow?
Or should I pave a new way across the hollow?
Time nagged me to be quicker in my choices,
But my brain was haunted by unfriendly voices.
Even as I pondered, the fork widened ahead
The unpredictability of life was driving me mad.
With aspirations and aversions in a battle of wits,
The road seemed studded with camouflaged pits.
Future was mocking me with shameless mirth,
A newer person within me was itching to take birth.
Forbearance and fortitude were put to a nasty test
as luck threatened to go for an ill-deserved rest.
Hurdles were conspicuous and hope was bleak –
Too many gorges preceded the epitomic peak.
The ignominy of anonymity stared at my face,
And that precisely is the catch in a rat race.
Even if you pursue glory, and succeed in that,
At the end of it all, you are still a slimy rat.
At last, I stood confounded at the crossroads of life,
Would this road lead to victory or sombre strife?
Even fate seemed to have called it a day,
And only the ghosts of past hovered in my way.
Summoning every inch of courage, I took my first step,
But the next moment, I forged a cowardly escape.
And so, I doubled up before even daring to dare,
Landing up once again in the Middle of Nowhere.
NISHANK MEHTA | 20.09.2007