What should I rewind?
My untold miserable state of mind?
Or that sudden surge of love blind?
My scandalous freefall from the palace of illusions?
Or my rapid, existential practical solutions?
My tethered, unspoken, immolated self?
Or my coming of age with my loved ones’ help?
Those ceaseless moments of undiluted pain?
Or my unabashed dance at the music of rain?
My beaten, battered state, at the face of adversity?
Or my soulful search for balance and sanity?
Those punishing moments when it really did hurt?
Or those cherished moments when I was spoiled rotten with love?
Those dilly-dallying, nerve-wrecking phases of indecision?
Or my walking the long road of life to comprehend realism?
As I look back at my life with some regret, and some hope,
I get a bird’s eye-view of my life’s broad spectrum bioscope.
Here the bigger picture is scripted with my inaction, action, pains and gain,
So, if I have to rewind, I guess ,
I have to give equal weightage to all of them.