What is wrong with me?

I think I have changed

The saplings weren’t meant to see the sunlight

Is it strong enough this time or is its age to be blamed.

Things were ok till some time back

A gentle smile, a happy moment, a nice chat

Busy moments kept distracted

Never let the chariots wheel, feel misaligned

Never let them out of way

Things can still be the same

Horses will lead the chariot through its way

Desires will be met

And tides will limit itself to the bay

But why then is there this anguish, the restlessness, the fear

Why is there control over a tear?

Why is the hand getting shaky?

Why is there no joke when I want to be funny?

Why is the sun reminding itself that it will still come out again?

What is the sun reminding itself that it got no orbit?

Let those who are revolving, rotating

Let them be that way

Why is there reconciliation that this wasn’t the right time?

Why is there a war going on but no cries?

Why am I waiting for answers to my wounds?

When I know the pleasure lies in unconditional giving and unrelenting demise