DRY TEARS

Another day,
Another year.
Loads of reassurances,
Still some fear.

They say, “Now we’re free!”
To come to think of it; are actually we?
Contemplations; thoughts inevitable,
Of the past, of people ineffable.

Reminiscences,
Repercussions.
Pitfalls,
Upgradations.

A year added,
A year reduced.
Fine moments of joy,
But remorse, could we extrude?

“Move on”, a voice exclaims.
“Do I have a choice?”, my mind strains.

I’m lost,
I’m naïve.
Complexities accrete,
As life clutches me tight.

Shackled, strangulated.
Dithered, choked.
But the love around,
Wouldn’t even let me slope!

The innocence is gone,
While feelings stay.
In the worldly strife,
I just hope to find my way.