In the middle of the road,
Stuck at the half route,
Seeking the future,
Yet, looking at the bygones.

No regrets, yet negativity,
Patience, was once the attribute,
Now tested  beyond the limits,
Polished, to the point of finish.

Finally finding the way to destiny,
Yet, a long road  awaits ,
Baby steps taken, to love, to passion,
Interrupted often , wary being.

Halfway learnings, I call the story,
Of love, of infatuations, of muses,
Half likings, wrong assumptions,
I call all that stay, and the ones gone.

Wrongs often attracted, fuel and leave,
Rights often attract, nicety give moments,
A cup of coffee, or maybe the cup of tea,
One is a mystic, the other often taken.

Life is a swirling highway, twisted turns,
I seek simple directions, for hurt too much,
Yet it hopes, believes and likes magic,
For sparks they leave, signs of an alive heart.