The Quarter-Life Crisis

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Wrote this long back, but here they come,as promised.



The Quarter-Life Crisis.

Feb 23,  2011
(Yes!The quarter life crisis seems to have hit me ...atleast some parts of it ..this is how it goes: )
Stop!Look!Turn around!
Is this you ,you seem to have found?
You can't look at what you have become,
You don't want to think about what you have done.

After this  uncertain future does stare,
Uncertainity of when,how and where...
But then, where am you right now?
Even if you want to leave,how?

Those who seemed like they were kin,
Didn't mind using you as a bin.
They seemed like you knew them for years,
But didn't think twice before they induced those tears.

Those you overtook on the life highway,
Were the one's who deserved to stay.
Quenched your thirst to be there first,
Now have to wait till the twist of fate.

You had different notions of the future,
Life surreptitiously drew its own  caricature.
You are searching for an eraser to undo,
Everything you didn't want and start over new.

You are pendulating between extremes of emotion,
Everything in between,being a lot of commotion.
When the going is good,everything feels  great,
When the going gets bad,its like fate trying to grate.

Changes are dealt with reproach,
Those that happened and ones that approach.
You are stuck to the past like a barnacle,
Still hoping for a  time stopping miracle.

You are left however to find a way,
Coz' everything from the past has drifted away.
You are forced to think and decide,
Everything including in whom to confide.

There is so much now, that decides the morrow,
You don't want to invest in future sorrow.
But it is the insanity  you feel this moment,
That works out to be life's best segment.

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