Six months, from now.

You dream the unthinkable,

and I believe.

You plan the undo-able,

and I strive hard to execute..

Together we are invincible
for years teasing and toying
success and haters, alike.

Loving the hard path than basking in glory,
that smirk never leaving our face.

I know you are bored easily..
So do I.
For, something that sweeps us off our feet, is rare to come by!

But something's changed lately,
Six months down the lane,
when we gotta reap the success
you walk away,
not even giving it a second glance
as I stand there, without a clue,
of what will unfold next.. 

To celebrate,

or to cry about..
Oh dear, the joke's on us now!

And all I can do is lay back and wonder,

                  "How can something that felt so right feel so wrong to you months later?
                   How can I trust you anymore if what you want changes every morning I wake..
                   How can I live being a chameleon, a devil and angel, all at once.."

O soul! Do you even know, what you want anymore!
Stop enticing me on a chase
if all you gonna do at the end is, dragging me away.. 

For someone, who can't bear when others disappoint,
How am I to bear this madness, the irony!

O soul!! May be silence is better than this battle.
For I don't know how to trust you, 

or me, or anyone anymore. 

A/n : This is sequel to the post Battlefield. I feel it's ironic and contradictory, at least to some extent. For, all I wanted was a fight, not silence few months back. And the struggle in this poem is about 'desperately wishing for something and when that happens, running away from it.