On These Broken Roads I Stand And Seek Poem by Abhimanyu Raman

On these broken roads I stand and seek
Too old anymore, to try and weep
What can i say?
I am a broken soul
I cannot stand anymore,
my broken home
so here i am,
on a broken road
Sitting atop, what would seem to be
a broken pole
Trying hard to take in,
the broken view
So hard to bring
my broken self to you

On my broken side, i turn to sleep,
counting a hundred half dead sheep
Then the pain torpedoes through me,
with such cliche
A million times a day,
It happens to me this way
I plunge into the icy escapade of a world
I'm broken, my heart's too
It's like someone, beat up my feelings black and blue
I wait to be picked up,
but i only lie there, wasting away,
as the sun goes up and down
Do i smile or frown?
Like sticks of dynamite on a railroad line
my broken self is placed in the centre
of the inferno that is not mine
Tell me
Do i self-destruct or waste time?
Love itself will not suffice,
to hold me together, my pain far worse
than before, tired of the same broken world
I was born in, i go
To places i do not really know
Stopping alone
To lie on the path, the broken now whole
To see my waking dreams, for once, bearing hope

I stand again,
on that broken road
For the time being,
all alone
I cannot go back,
to the life i have left
My love, my lies, my pain,
for now at rest
And so it ends

(Written in collaboration with Sneha Murali)