Mirage

Mirage

While rummaging through some old documents, I found a crumpled piece of paper with a few words scribbled on it. Curious, I sat down to read it. It turned out to be a few lines I had written for my college magazine during my graduation. I tried to remember if it had ever been published. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. I couldn't recall why I wrote those words or what was on my mind at the time. Was I happy or sad? Was it a special occasion that prompted me to write, or was it just to beat the boredom of a mundane day?

This piece isn't my best work, and I almost considered rewriting it. But then I stopped. If I reworded it now, I would be erasing the thoughts of my 20-year-old self. Some things are best left untouched. They are beautiful not because they are perfect, but because they are true and timeless.

Hope your 20-year-old self also relates to this as well!

Mirage

I lie awake counting the stars

Some shining bright and some really far

Each has a story of its own

In a place beyond imagination, in the land of unknown

I can never reach them how hard I may strive

I would fly and cross oceans, only if I could thrive

Zillions thoughts cross my mind

Why life has never been so kind

Your wishes are a mirage you desperately follow

You run past the sand to realise all was hollow

All you thought was your to possess

Is nothing but but stardust I must confess

Dreams you thought that keep your heart beating

Are nothing but waves that keep on retreating

You question your existence if it at all had a meaning

For the world thrust upon you is forever demeaning

Your footprints on the sand will wash away with every wave

Nothing you own will accompany you to your grave

Life is like those shining stars

Like the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers

You may gaze in awe and feel a bliss,

Like a walk in the rain and the blush of first kiss

As you move closer and hold it in your fist

It vanishes with a blink,

Like it was nothing more than morning mist

From,

My 20-year-old self.