By Ruhika Vij
Just another day
Haven’t figured yet the so-called ‘way’
Impractical it is, to never feel sick,
Or achieve the ‘best’ without any kick
Juggling along with fumbling,
in the hope of reaching the day where I feel complacent
breaking ties w people just cause ik I ain’t a ‘replacement’
I’ll soon learn to cook alone when there won’t be anybody for me at home
Trying hard to be different, but those plans are kinda difficult to implement
I’m not aware of what the future holds, collapsing in my mind’s stressful folds
why does life feels so hard, I mean I could give it all up and play the ‘I don’t care’ card
But even that’s hard even after knowing that my name would one day shred apart
Shedding tears about it seems the only way to lighter my cart
Then I wipe my tears and get back on my track again
Cause it’s a total waste, sitting in pain
I should rather believe in the seeds I’m planting
As God’s name I’m always chanting
So I start to believe that it would all make sense in the end
This is the force that drives me to be happy, or at least pretend.
By Ruhika Vij
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