Paths were made
Sealing one’s fate.
Tunes high n low rung
For the songs of love and hate
Regrets will eat me up
Ghosts of past emerging high
Wake me up from this nightmare
Reality’s also
bitter, so I cry
Why I looked for others
Why felt pain of everyone
Lost in those paths; never meant for me
Tangled in the yarn; that others spun
Or is every stone stacking
In its place, is at home
Confusions organized as myriad divisions
Still clinging to faith; my only option.
(Samima )
