I am lost in a thought,
What’s real and what’s not,
My mind is clogged and fraught
With idiosyncratic thoughts,
But about this I never talked,
Because the question is still not swapped,
Will you tell me what’s real and what’s not?
I don’t know whether the answer will be short or broad,
But trust me you have to answer a lot,
So, let me start,
The things I want,
The things I talk,
And all the things that still haunt,
From where I walked,
And where I stopped,
And all that it caused,
The people whom my paths crossed,
Or the once I was forced,
Family and friends who support,
The ones who awed,
Or the ones who ignored,
My reward and my assault,
The memories that I recalled,
Or, the ones that my mind forgot,
The things I just spoke, or the ones still inside my vault,
And even the late night stars that I watched,
Creates a dilemma of what’s real and what’s not.
© Sonakshi