Road To Salvation Poem by Anurag Talukdar

Is there something wrong within?
Or the whole world is conspiring.
Demented souls with forked tongues,
Slitters their way around my sanity.
I forgive them.
Am I a solitary traveler or an abandoned outcast?
Difficult to comprehend,
When memories too become capricious.
I don’t maintain a diary anymore.
In fact I have stopped planning my life altogether,
I live it, for just one day, every day.
I no longer carry any baggage of expectations,
They hurt, repeatedly.
They say, these are signs of depression,
But I believe it’s the only road to salvation.
© Anurag Talukdar