Tanubhrt.This.Side

And then,

on some days,

when there is no cigarette in the hand,

and hours had passed by before the last one,

the mind finds itself quiet.

Stand still at once place,

only to stare back,

to question,

did it really took a decade!

Were you really this scared of light,

of life,

to chose death over it!

And then,

on some days,

it wonders,

it wanders,

was it really light,

or a mere illusion of it?

A fleeting illusion of the mind,

to escape its own darkness!

Was it a mirage,

a mirage of light to deal with death!

It reminds,

it questions,

For death had been a constant friend,

did it get scared of life,

even if its a mirage of life,

did it get jealous of its beauty,

did it get scared of its vulnerability,

did it?

Did I choose death, over life?

For that’s,

all I have ever known!