Dream

It’s been days,

More like months and years.

The dreams I was chasing,

Rests in a corner once again.

Once again, I return to where I was.

The routines seem to become a part of my life.

The more I hate them the more they stick to me.

I often sit and think.

Question again and again.

And yet every time I stand at the same spot.

Just stuck at one place,

Neither moving forward nor backwards.

I seem to be losing myself.

Going further and further away.

Drifting like a boat in an unnamed ocean.

 

My parents look up to me with eyes full of hope.

But the hopes in their eyes make me ashamed of myself.

And I often question "Do I deserve their love?"