Memories...

Scattered thoughts and a heady feeling,
Desolation everywhere and no new beginning,
Emerging out of a trance, I look at the clouds,
Innocent or sinister, they all make me proud.

Hiding my horizons; some are full of queries,
Screaming back, come all my desperate memories,
Innumerable frustrations, swept away by the clock,
The realization dawned upon me that I'd become a rock.

The waves were ardent & the force was too much,
Withered away but survived, my instincts were such,
Cornered at times; at times I was drained,
But high and proud, I still remained.

And then it happened; the resolve broke apart,
My pride caved in & the moment played its part,
My life became a book, with all its pages open,
Haziness abound & confusions galore,
I set myself on a dangerous path…