All the way I've travelled, this far;
And when I look back
The road seems to be so narrow
So crowded and filthy
Entwined by the destinies of,
Whom I've never been part of
Whom I never would have sought.
I never understood the reality
Of being or to say, of your being
I never loved your reality -
For you threatened to change me
To suit your world; your life;
I ran and ran hard;
To escape, from the drawn lines.
And when I look back,
I see The road I treaded;
so narrow 'n filthy;
Black foot prints, here 'n there
Scattered faces; unknown to me
Faked smiles and painless tears
I can now hear the whispers-
Fading as I move on; leaving behind-
A share of my dreams; a share of my life.