Half Lives

 

Shuttling between office and home,

shouldering the personal and professional,

one wonders if one is not leading a half life...

 

Leaving small cities with eyes full of dreams

and a resolution in the heart to make life fulfilling...

Fulfilling those dreams to settle in city of dreams,

yet looking back at the small city left behind…

the nostalgic memory and few places which seems to be frozen in history

as if waiting for you to return to once again embrace it...

 

A waft of morning breeze, a smattering of familiar smells, 

bringing back suddenly waves of long past memories

deepening the feeling of half lives being led...

A promise of solidarity,

of being there with one's own loved ones

being relegated to the background in view of " life's priorities"

 

A journey which began in making the life full

now appears to be falling somewhere short,

showing the meaningless pursuit and mirages once chased...

 

I come to my balcony, looking at my piece of blue expanse

 that I pay handsomely to get a view,

I hear the sudden catching of breath from my adjacent balcony...

Looking at my neighbour's balcony,

I see a reflection of me staring right back at me

with the same journey and question in his eye –

" have we all lived and continue to live half lives?"...