Head Held High

The streets of this town are crowded with people and noises,
and there she comes from a distant so far away….
the glance in her eyes means and represents two things:
the first is a destination she’s heading towards, and the second is a feel of loneliness…
She walks with her head held high…
held high with pride, and held high as if no one else is walking in that road but her….
Though things are exceedingly loud around her; she hears nothing but hymn and whisper…
The atmosphere around her is very blurry, but her determination is crystal clear…
Determination to reach a certain aim….and not just any aim…
Her eyes speak out that that aim is what her life depends on…
Her entire future seems to be held on a string till she accomplishes her aim…
Who she was lead to this determination;
Who she is needs to accomplish and reach that destination;
And who she will be depends on the moment she reaches it….
And I’m just standing in my terrace watching her walk by..
And like her; I can only see her…
The atmosphere around me is just a whisper….
I’m feeling her; and as much as she wants to reach that destination; as much as I wanna indulge in that determination of hers…
But after a few moments of watching her…the truth struck me as lightning…
A weird vibe is coming out of her…
Despite her determination, strength, clarity, and independence; she screams out a feel of loss….
Loss of her past and loss of her identity…
This girl is without a doubt lost…
She knows she is someone…
She knows she is going somewhere….
She knows she’s significant…
But she doesn’t know who she is; and most importantly she doesn’t know where she’s going
…….all of this with her head still held high!!