Stoic I sit

Only sometimes, you can't respect someone you wanted to respect...
You don't know why the uncertainties lie.
You wonder about the exit door.
A nostalgic awe for past,
A fond care for present
An anxious sway for future.
And suddenly it all goes blank
Like that machine
Counting heart beat.
And you want to love
Like it's the last time ever.
And you want to run
For who knows
You may again never.
And you cross the latitude
With an affirmative.
To make a positive
Out of negative.
And yet
Both exist.
In all directions
The lines that we see
The easy fractions.
In mind
Is a single image
Followed by a series of them.
They all struggle
For priorities.
Should I pity
The minorities.
Aah! Politics again.
And I crave for rain.
To wash off
Every pleasure
Each pain.
For who knows
What's in the name.
And stoic I sit.
One hit. One pit.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera