It is not as if I am not used to walking alone—
Even when I was gregarious
And friends flocked around me
Keeping me afloat mentally and materially—
I walked alone.
It was a great egregious effort to shake off the inhibitions
But once I noticed there was thrill
In defying established norms
I ventured breaking customs
Like a Sagar here and a Roy there
In a bid to gather my wares,
Rather, make an inventory of them.
Though I received battering in public
I rejoiced in private
Caressing my wounds
For, my friends stood by me in the thin
Providing me elixir.
Once I was dissected to the core of my reason
Paring off my myths and rationale;
I was shattered and
Compelled to believe the unbelievable.
There weren’t many options. Just two:
To go by my reason alone
Or subscribe to hypocrisy in company.
I pondered over and chose the first
Banking upon reason and the support of my friends.
Reason stood by me as my friend
Rationalizing successes and failures
Culturing a sense of indifference for the two.
But the other day
There was one slip
One inadvertent error.
Friends frowned upon and doubted my integrity.
When I looked up to them
To hear them and read their actions
I found deserts and pacific seas
Intimidatingly blazing and silent.
Holding my tears
And my reason
I trudge ahead with the refrain:
Man is alone
And remains so unto his last.