Crossroads

Ever since I arrived in this city, I have been wanting to leave. However, each passing day has got me used to the surroundings and motions of this city. In many ways I have been feeling unattached,  mechanical and robotic; quite stuck to the city's rhythms, yet with my heart and soul lost far-far away.

Then suddenly, there is an opportunity to leave this city. Whether it is a threat or a challenge is difficult for me to decide. I weigh my pros and my cons and try to discover the possible road ahead, but at this time, the future seems unclear. Once again I find myself in the crossroad with the weight of choices and decisions heavy upon me.

I am neither weary, 

nor tired, 

nor anxious, 

nor in fear;

Though it is true, 

that I have not practiced faith for a while.

Today,

 seems so very ordinary, 

almost blunted by the muted scenes and motions of yesterday

and the days before that.

It is almost like I am in a distant dream, 

looking at myself un-objectively, 

almost as a lifeless form, 

in a who's bothered

kind of way!

The melody of yesterday 

seems to have merged 

with the thousandth pit-pat of the raindrop.

The sound of tomorrow 

is too quiet to be heard......

Yet I can almost perceive it 

speaking to me in a silent whisper. 

I look for this silence to speak

in pictures of a painting...

and I wait for the mist to lift up

and reveal, 

the direction of 

the un-trodden road ahead.

Even now I barely see approaching,

a sign I cannot read,

which I know I must decipher,

before I make my choice,

at the crossroads!