By Vandana Maurya
It has always been the monotony of your habits and quirks,
The one that you are rebuilding again and again which still doesn't work.
It has always been the negligence of the feelings you think you deserve,
The one that you selflessly shower and reciprocate, but never was able to reserve.
It has always been the hard work going in vain,
The one that you spent struggling and working towards, without any gain.
It has always been the dead end of the path that you have chosen,
The one which you choose after contemplating everything that is to be contemplated.
It has always been the average result of your tireless efforts,
The one where you expected a little more than the average.
It has always been the failure of your trial of mimicking a small version of Phoenix,
The one where you don't have anything to fall back on and then you yourself have to emerge from ashes.
It has always been the understatement of your expectations,
Today might not be the day, maybe not ever. But until I am here, the only thing I can do is try..
A little today and maybe a little bit tomorrow.
By Vandana Maurya
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