A native outlander

Am back..

seeing the same things..

the same things that changed.


I believed, I had a new heart,

a new eyes..

and thought this new me could speak

speak of every logic it could gather.

But today, I realise,

it was all the same after all.


I felt,

Comfort in the beginning,

anger later,

now  lost…


Lost among the tantrums that I threw in,

anger of knowing and not doing

comfort.. a snare in disguise

snaking in slowly..


It doesn’t hurt,

only if I pull it too hard

but I am tugging,

and it tightens.


In the end I am sure I will know

the fool in me

laughing, the snare would recoil,

its wise eyes amused

seeing my lost battle.

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