If everything was black and white
It would’ve been easy for me to decide.
Which dreams to sow
Which path to go.
What realities to reap
Which memories to keep.
I wish the new
But I want the old too.
A wish for the promising future
But a memory from the past I want to nurture.
The past I want in a pretty knitted mesh
But the future- Alas! It wants me fresh.
Choosing one over the other
Is choosing love over the lover.
I wish I could keep both- the future, the past
The choice will steer my life as a mast
I wish I could keep both- the lover, the love
The pain to choose agonises to speak of.
Failing to decide what is Black and White
I wonder if I would ever be right.