Sometimes

Sometimes you wonder what is it that you need to do.

What is it that will make you happy? Content? Or maybe just satisfied?

Alas this simple question has so many complex answers and none of these are completely right!

Sometimes you wonder what was that went wrong?

Sometime you can tell exactly what it was and sometimes this question keeps you up the whole night, and even the rising sun and the bright light can’t help you find the answer.

Sometimes you wonder, why it was you who had to go through this pain.

And sometimes you feel lucky to get out!

Sometimes you feel all powerful for all the decisions you took and sometimes you feel powerless for all the things that you couldn’t do.

Sometimes it was the absolutely right thing to do, and sometimes it was a catastrophe of biblical scale!

What is it that makes me so unsure of it all? 

And what is it that makes me comfortable with my past?

If only I had the answers to all questions, that I ask myself. Or is it that I’m asking the wrong questions because I already have all the answers?

I’m a man who walked the lonely road, not consciously but rather accidentally.

I was the one who was lost in the crowd but always with my company even when alone!

I was the Villain of my own Superhero movie, I was the reason of my own insanity.

I’m the man who ran from his own shadows, into the darkness never to be found.

I am the man who tried to follow the light and burnt himself in the fire of a million suns.

Oh sometime I wish I was just me, so I could meet myself without the masks of Gibran.

Sometimes I wish I knew who I was or why I was!

Sometimes I wonder who am I or why am I?

Sometimes I want to know the answers, and sometimes I just want to fade away in blessed haze of ignorance.