A fickle path

What once was the sweet mist of love,

Turns into a burning sensation of hate.

Change of mind with every step you take,

It is funny how very fickle it is.

When entwined bonds start to wither away,

It is only another lesson that they end too.

Every time you drop a tear for losing another person you treasure,

Is only a realisation that nothing is forever.

By the end of a rusting relationship,

The gestures in the beginning seem like a con.

You step out of the haze ,

And there is a difference in your gaze.

With every step you take further,

A string comes loose.

Affection turns into betrayal,

A clean slate becomes unstable.

Every street beyond the gate has a dead end,

Every blind hope waits for disappointment,

People you love the most,

Will always twist the knife worse.

The queen of dreamland turns out to be a mad woman,

Your most trusted person reveals himself as the biggest liar.

People you cared too much about end up hating you,

Perception is mercurial and a hidden lie is unveiled in every truth.

We live in uncertainty,

But we live for uncertainty

Because if life was a strategised scheme,

We would die before we learn how to scream.

-Mauli Nautiyal