Blurring my vision, I cry.

It was you and the just the memory of your face,

that every new night with its incessant pace,

Rendered me into the worst of my nightmares.

While my breath would strangle and placid heartbeat would ensnare.

I am all on my own, aint I?

Flashes of egoistic bullets of words and actions are blurring my vision, I cry.

The day is yet to begin, I think.

Slowly the dawn brings light to me,

I sluice my thoughts for the soul who brought me in this world, I set myself free.

With bright smiles and bigger dreams to be successful,

I spend my day in delight as if everything is so wonderful!

I am all own my own, aint I?

Those broken promises and cruel hideous lies are blurring my vision, I cry.

Another night awaits, I think.

Reposing on the texture of softness, I would try bringing inside me the courage,

But days conversed with months while I was still into my past’s regular voyage.

In the memory of you I would throughout the dark lay awake,

And stare at the lull of my life just like the stillness of the lake.

I am all on my own, aint I?

The remembrance of those few moments is blurring my vision, I cry.

Yes. I got to be all own my own, I think.

-Aditi Gandhi.