By Shweta Kalode
Where do you roam these days?
How many times you expect for hope when you gaze.
The uncertainty of thoughts in your mind,
What they makes you remind?
Fiction is where you try to find reality,
But does it have any clarity?
Even at the darkest phase ,
What is that you want to chase?
A whole new life to live,
Or a moment of happiness to forgive.
The silence in you is breathing somewhere,
To look after yourself is something you don't dare.
That one thing you want to find ,
Is just one of your kind.
It is what capable of making you feel at ease,
It's just about your inner peace.
Look deep in your own eyes,
Many things you will realise.
It's not about the people you chase,
It's about your own gaze.