Of Ironies and Paradoxes

The irony called life,
Wrestles a wistful smile from me,
For that path I wished not to tread,
Was the only one I could see.


Alone,
I walk away from happiness,
Fear that yearn I shall,
In moments of tears.

Two-edged sword memories are,
For they slay the ghosts of darkness,
And makes us ache,
For the people behind them.

The paradox called life,
Stares me in the eye,
Makes me feel like a nobody,
And a somebody at the same time.

~ Shwetha