this too shall pass.

Days like these when you want to do so much, still can’t.
You want to tell someone all your stories, still can’t.
You want someone to share your worries and anxieties, still can’t.
You want to scream and say- your afraid, still can’t.
You want a ear and a heart to hear you,still.. still can’t.

I don’t remember when was the last time, I smiled without a worry. 
Nor do I remember when did paper and pen become my best friends.
Neither am I able to recollect when and how did I disconnect all those bonds, which have been my happy treasures.
When did I become that person, who gained courage to say ‘No’ to everyone when the answer should have been different.
And when did my sleep become mere closing of eyes.

The start itself is so turbulent, that hey even a cool dude like me excretes tears each day. Though I’m waiting for the person am gonna come out as after this life changing journey, but I’m assured that I will have a taste of almost every lesson which I might have to learn in my incredible future.

Still somewhere deep down, there’s a longing which so wants all those can’ts to become cans, someone still stays even when I ask them to leave,
and asserts saying it’s okay, this too shall pass!