Regrets -

Regrets

We may walk on different paths

Live entirely different lives

Yet most of us are similar

In the ways we approach it

Intensely fanatic

And deeply engrossed

In making it work

The way it does for others

Whatever it means

Sometimes the waters rise above the head

Suffocate our breaths

Yet we call it awesome and great

Saying otherwise would be an acceptance

Almost sacrilege

About the futility of it

How much of it is worth living

And for how long

May be we have an inkling of the charade

Though don’t realise the wreckage it lives behind

Till it’s too late

Most of the times the high wears off

Insidiously as it had gone into our heads

Leaving us drained out into insignificant beings

With nothing much to do

Except play in a loop

All those accumulated regrets

In the drawn out sunset of life