Musafir

By Andrea A Sen

The mundane days that pass by without a stop

Thoughts that keep me up at night which make me tired by twilight

Consequences of the actions I never wished for

Turn my rare sweets moments into something sour

Into the perpetual abyss of loneliness and silence.

Chained by the habits that make my heart and mind sink

The never ending hopelessness still remains

That tears apart my peace and sanity from inside

Habits that shackle and made me what I never wanted to be

Crawling to run away from this bottomless pit.

The struggle to change, to be good from bad

To escape the torture of never being sincerely glad

A ray of hope to save myself from oblivion

As I cling to that string to pull me up from this grave

To attain the better version of myself from this day on

Hands filled with latent scars of my despicable actions

I cry out as I wrestle with my unnerving self

Tumbling on the way to reach a goal still far away

Temptation encircles me to revert back 

But terrified and trembling I move forward.

Step by step, the effort to appreciate and to give solace

Has helped me reached the realms of qualities 

Concealed within myself, to understand and realize 

To change mannerisms from bad to good

Is to give myself a push and clasp the thread of goodness.

By Andrea A Sen