At every cross road, certain believes fade.
Often, I have found myself recalibrating.
In the process of becoming the justified being,
I have ended up on islands without even happening.
Truthfulness of lost, made me romanticize
about the figure that was unknown.
It was never supposed to be precise
for even silence there had a baritone.
And it was this misdemeanor of novelty
which got me truly obsessed with fallacy.
Old thoughts were left unjustified.
I had reached another cross road already.
The Poet and the Pen 