Speculations Of Possibilities

The speculations of possibilities

Of what could have been or what might be,

Are sometimes, a lot more overwhelming,

Then those possibilities themselves.

An uncanny terror of what might have happened,

Had not the circumstances been

The way they are, the way they have been,

Is enough to send myriad shivers

Down the spine of even the most composed soul.

The facade of dauntlessness starts to crumble,

To fade away, vanish in thin air,

When instances as such arise, when

The mind starts playing a brutal game of

A certain likelihood with the wisest nerves

Of the seemingly tranquil brain.

The very dawn of such brave thoughts

Possesses all of the strength of disrupting,

Any balance which has ever existed

Even within the most rigid and unflinching mind,

All of the balance, the very measure of

Sensibility and sense and all of what

Makes sense, stands threatened,

Ready to be devastated. Indecision dominates

Every and any instance of even

Some distant understanding which

The brain bears, willing to drag the mind

Out of those dark dungeons where

It has been held captive by possibilities,

Yet, it ends up getting entangled

Within those shackles, for the weight of

Those dark possibilities, of those 'would have beens'

Is a ton times greater than the will of

The unsuspecting brain. Those dungeons

Simply overpower, all of what has been left

Of sensibility, the last instances of

A wobbling balance, and at last,

Is left behind the shrill broken symphony

Of a deafening silence of devastation.