MISTAKE

Maybe it was a mistake but I did make it.

Only when there is a play going on

There is some stability of mind and time

and when the play is over....

The same boredom and emptiness comes back...

It seems like the emptiness sits on the roadside

for the play to be over and rushes fast towards me

on the last day to hug me and never leaves me

till a new venture happens...

But how many new ventures can happen in life?

Some how, somewhere, a mistake had been made

which has brought so much hollowness in my existence....