On the Last Day of Another Year

In the midst of winters, alone I sit
By the window of my soul
A haunting melody stirs my nerves 

And tears write the sadness scroll

I wonder why I don’t swim

In the rivers of world’s thought

Why those who claim to see the unseen

In me, cannot be more distraught

The smiling veneer hides the war

Self has waged through its course

Fighting on all fronts, battles aplenty

Protected only by the spirit’s force

Even from keepers of life’s secrets,

Who you loved well, especially those,

Judgement seldom slowed its way,

Lazy advice, was often supposed.

The train of thoughts is running

Skipping at high speeds, alas!

The inventor didn’t leave instructions

And I too may have missed his class

It’s time to stop the chugging ascent

Afar is the final station, hasn’t arrived

Soul’s journey is higher than its pain’s arc,

Even with shards stuck, the will has survived.