I stood there, looking back in time.
When I fixed my gaze at the two pedestals I'd found in my life.
They were both at some point in the past,
Proud bearers of the tag, "My Pedestal".
I needed it, every bit of me.
And did I choose it?
No, I found it.
And that twice in my life.
I wanted to lie and die on it,
It was my pedestal.
The first one had to be abandoned,
The cause being the sweep of time.
A landslide came, and my pedestal was buried.
There was earth all over plane.
And not a single sign left.
I wept and wept, for days and days.
But it couldn't wash away that earth,
It wouldn't be the same again.
And then I found another one,
With clearly more to lure, with greater lustre.
But it had an epitaph.
"LOVE ME TILL YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME"
And that left me confounded!
But then, the evil desire squeezed me out.
I became a puppet,
I'd fallen a prey.
It came with a price, so out of my bounds.
And I woke up one day,
To the most appalling reality.
It was occupied by somebody else,
I was left wailing.
