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On my way to work I know exactly every street I shall pass,
The number of steps i'll walk,
All the shops that I will cross,
The guard that will ask me to stop,
The smell of coffee that will awaken my mind,
Yet when I reach my office,
I feel lost.
Sitting with my group of friends,
I know exactly when someone will pull my leg,
How every conversation will include,
That one discussion about our unseccessful Goa plan,
How that one person unsure about what to do,
Will be "advised" by us yet again,
Yet sometimes even while talking to them,
I feel lost.
Sitting in the living room with my family,
I know they will ask me about my studies and office,
I have all my answers prepared,
How to tell them I have all under my control,
When sometimes I am not so sure,
Yet when they ask me how my day was,
I feel lost.
When I happen to meet that distant relative,
I know exactly how they will ask me about my work and the growth,
How my studies are going and how maybe I have made a wrong choice,
When will I get married and what kind of person will I get married off to,
Yet when I am answering their questions with my rehearsed answers,
I feel lost.
When I am sitting by myself,
At that window pane,
Staring at the star lit sky,
I wonder,
Is it just me ?
Or aren't we all lost a little?
When words are always to your rescue ! In a world of chaos, They are your mundane routine.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on August 19, 2017
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