Desperation

You have walked too far

to reach here in a delicate spot.

You have waited too long

to pounce at the precise moment.

You believed in a lie

decorated with glistening hope.

You relied on your patience

a bit too much.

But now, the hour glass is empty.

It needs to be reversed down.

The sand and the time

 has to flow and pass, again.

Will you still play along 

to the tunes and the chorus 

of the century old white-beards

and their sweet lies 

to make your impasse, gentler?

Your heart is brimming with Love.

Your mind is stuffed with Hope.

Your clothing's beams are stretched,

for it cannot contain the inevitable.

Your head is exploding 

at the rate of a nuclear fusion.

Your organs experience

an evolving transient mutation.

Your myopic eyes can't see the dream

you had in your younger mind.

You wage a war between

chance and choice.

You see chaos all around,

inside and outside.

You are losing the light

 clearly and hopelessly.

Just when you lose everything,

something shines at the far end.

You get excited over the mere sight.

You feel you have been right,

that your karma had paid off.

A light at the end of the tunnel.

A classical metaphor for Hope.

Patience seems to be a virtue,

you think. But it never was.

It never will be.

Because, there is neither a light,

nor the tunnel.

All you saw was a hole.

A blackhole, ready to engulf you,

all over, yet again.