But When…

Looking back into the days that have passed,
I tarry to understand,
What has gone amiss.
I take a sojourn to delve into the joys and pains
And find that I stand between the thin line of possibilities and impossibilities.

All that could have been but did not,
And all that is, which I wanted not!
Love which I searched for and found not,
Love which I got but did not desire,
People who came and went
Leaving sorrow or joy,
Sorrow at the most,
Joy, which could not find a compromising friend in me,
And when the reel unrolls before my eyes,
I find myself moving on,
On the thorns of life perturbed, and unperturbed
But I have sought to fight it all in good cheer.
But where is the end to this?

When do I begin to live again,
Live without the fear of being hurt again?
Perhaps I would find the time
To throw back my head in a jestful laughter,
Not perturbed about what tomorrow brings.
And perhaps that’s when I shall be able to tell the world:

“Thank you for loving me,
Thank you for hating me,
Thank you, for returning my love with pain,
But now, I will not be hurt again!”