This poem explores the process of growing older while seeking meaning. It shows the confusion of life’s unanswered questions, the ongoing search for understanding, and the desire to embrace each day fully, even without clear goals. It’s about living life rather than striving for perfection.

Still, I Wake

Where do I go from here?
The question sits beside me,
quiet… but never gone.

They said, live the life given.
But no one gave a map—
only breath,
and the weight of time moving.

I am older now,
yet something in me
refuses to be finished.

So I wake—
and wonder:
what if this is the last day?

Not with fear,
but with fire.

I notice light on the wall,
forgive a little faster,
care a little less
about being understood.

The world argues loudly—
about choices, about sides—
but I just want
to feel alive before I leave.

I get dressed sometimes
with nowhere to go.
“Are you going out?” they ask.

No.
I’m practicing.

Because as long as I’m breathing,
something in me still says—
begin again, live again.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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