My Rhythm

This particular scribble is extremely close to my heart. Perhaps my first scribble in college, it has a blend of emotions concocting a mellow cocktail of nostalgia, pain, hurt, frustration, confusion and yet, hope...

Here's my rhythm...

Rhythm in life's a must,

So we can be in harmony,

But life's not so just,

And lays for us troubles many.

Coming from a background gentle,

I seem lost in this backbiting haze,

I wish the change was subtle,

And not this ridiculous haze.

I wish I were away,

Back to the good and sweet,

Where friendship held sway,

Always there and silently discreet.

Bonding that always grew further strong,

Making us feel good,

And even find our wrongs,

As ideal friendship should.

But here life's different,

And interaction is less,

Coldness floods in torrents,

Adding to my stress.

Oh, I seem lost here,

But what will I get by lamenting,

Nobody cares,

So its no use even pretending.

Still I try to march on,

Towards that beacon of light,

With the hope that I'll not find it gone,

As I might break down then, I might!!