At crossroads
Wherefrom ourselves we split
Partly eyeing peaks of sacrifice
Satisfied with settling
At loggerheads
With time and gifts tainted
Sifting through moments of compromise
Conscience, the only fatality
At arms
Wound up and ready to strike
Obstacles that could have been warnings
Revelations worth waiting
At rest
Worn down by pretense
Perfected for the world to see
Sparkling mediocrity
vimal samuel 