Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4]

Ticket to the Land

Tied in a knot is my foreign tongue.

It hides in big crowds

Where the locals view me like a show.

Put to shame,

I want to flee.

Turned away, yet lingering back.

That world calls me like a friend.

For so long, we felt like frenemies.

Though, the other world knows

My routines.

My lingo,

My preferences.

I cannot abandon the other and just remain with one.

Both have shown me pain.

Both have outweighed each other on different days.

I wave to the foreigners.

They stare at me.

I may look like them,

But fail to be like them.

Both worlds: chains of financial strain and floorboards of wants and needs.

The cold front meets the heat.

Caught in-between two giants.

I choose to stay.

As I am growing older, I find ways.

Strategies to balance and somehow please both.

Bits and pieces.

Portions and parts.

I am no pro, but I cannot avoid such episodes.

I wave again to the foreigners.

Shy smiles and slight nods are their responses.

Better to try.

Better to fight.

Better to see.

Better to embrace than yearn for the feel.