Article written by Isha Singhal
Illustration by Harriet Sherlock
This piece was originally published in ‘Vestige’, Bossy’s 2023 print edition.
Many a times my thoughts go askew
Wondering where I am, what I could do
My mind clouded, my sense of self misplaced
Searching for a direction to embrace
I need a guiding hand, spark or sign
Something to conclude that I am fine
To concede to thoughts or sensibilities
Or to follow passions in perpetuity
I raise questions about my purpose
Is there really one for all in this circus?
Do we know one or are we tricked
Into believing it to be the road we picked
Life forks and I must lead
My mind to decide where it sows seeds
Existing aptitude or options new
A mental separation of chatters from matters is due
What am I to choose; for whom is this for
I want to be gallant and I want to do more
To make the world smile and better for all
I want to be erudite and to be brave
But to be safe and loved all the same
I inquire about my resilience
Am I driven by idiocracy or brilliance?
Steps can be bold but so can ramifications
Do I believe or resist temptation
I see myself in places I want to be
But being there means jumping into uncertainty
I need to back myself, to assure me that I will be fine
So that I can go out and colour a world mine
Sometimes to believe is to ignore
I can’t be scared if I don’t know what for
To freely trust, believe and love
Maybe in the end it’ll all fit like a glove?
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