The wait we go through in this life,
Is something we cannot live with.
We say we are working towards the future,
Only to find our ways have been stuck in the past.
The colours that these times carry,
Never allow us to see beyond them.
We see our lives through the prism of these colours.
How many are there?
What if there are more, we just don’t know yet.
Living this life would become so enchanting,
If only we can find the ways of the life we lead,
We can colour it in ways we want them to.
How did we reach here?
How can we move out?
The questions are many to answer,
But ways are only a few.
This path that we have taken to travel,
Is the one that is least taken.
Still, we move on it. To not know where it leads.
Though hoping it might lead somewhere.

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Submitted by Ankit Agarwal (aka ‘AA, the Talking Wall’), Posted 21 February 2025