Once a man asked me,
What i feared the most.
At the time i knew not
Thus Aimed i to the thought
Is it being alone in the dark
Or rather not being alone in the dark.
Is it the thought of a demonic surprise
Oh i think not. Above the darkness i rise.
Is it just the thought of being alone.
Without any friends or loved one.
No one to share with or cry over.
I think not. I can stay alone forever.
Is it high altitude i fear
Can i resist the call of the void.
Would i cower atop a tall wall
No, i wouldn't mind the free fall.
Is it incompetence that'll poach me
Or the thought of letting others down.
Do i always have to be the best
Yes, but i chance the rest.
Is it the vile portyal of torture
Or the excruciating pain of it.
Is the bloody visual i fear
Maybe not, it is nothing i can't bear.
Is it tiny bugs i hate
Or their ability to actively sneak.
Could they hurt me or i them
I couldn't care less, its all the same.
Is it the fear of exposition.
Could a secret of mine leak out
Or would it consume me whole.
No it wouldn’t, i have a pure soul.
Is it death what i try to avoid
Maybe so, but who does not
Do fear the thought of completion
No i don't, it is a natural notion.
Then what is it that gives me shivers
Boils my blood and breaks my bones.
Is it the man who questioned thee.
Or the possibility that he was Me.
- Harshwardhan Shinde
