I wrote this when I left Delhi for Hyderabad. I never published it for Hyderabad is as beautiful a city.
It was a personal phase then.
The Quest
shocked i m that i have a dream no more,the excitement to step forth has become a lore.
my zeal n the spirit is but a dry leaf,
amused i m tht i m habitual to grief.
i ponder, i wonder n i toss,
dreaded to regret my mighty loss.
i convince i pacify i argue with my sense,
yet they are subjective, open, rhetoric... and hence.
i hibernate now, cos around me i feel so cold,
i doubt that 'time shall heal', as i was always told.
like always it has been, i cannot win 'The Quest' alone,
i fear if some rejoice 'the moment'? cos i, m forlon
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Today Delhi seems to lure me again, coax me to bring out the volatile vibrant self which has become too complacent.
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