I tried it many times… and failed.
Yet, somehow, I keep trying still.
Each time my alarm rings at five sharp, tearing me from a dream too beautiful to leave — I tried.
Each time I see an accident on the road and freeze, helpless, heart heavy — I tried.
Each time she kisses me and moves away too soon, leaving silence where warmth should stay — I tried.
Each time the midnight call fades into a low-balance beep — I tried.
Each time my train rushes past a stretch of green and gold, and I know I’ll never see it again — I tried.
Each time I make a mistake — I tried.
Even when a glass slipped from my hand at the office and shattered the silence — I tried.
Each time I missed my company bus at eight, just as I once missed my school bus years ago — I tried.
Each time I woke to no water, no ironed shirt, and no time left — I tried.
Each time I met her at CMC and watched the clock steal her away to her hostel gate — I tried.
Each time I went home on leave and the day came to pack again — I tried.
Each time I saw a child stumble and felt my own heart lose balance — I tried.
Each time I fought with someone and guilt crept in quietly after — I tried.
Each time the exam invigilator’s voice cut through my last question — “Time’s up” — I tried.
Each time a small carelessness ruined my moustache — I tried.
Each time Mohan Sir raised his stick — I tried.
Each time Sheena Miss smiled and showed my foolish errors in Chemistry answer papers — I tried.
Each time a secret of mine slipped into light — I tried.
Each time a SMS flew to the wrong person with “SENT OK” and my heart followed it — I tried madly.
Each time the vacation ended, taking away the laughter and the mastis — I tried.
Each time a finished portrait met a careless touch of paint and turned to chaos — I tried.
Each time a melody I composed in “FL Studio” refused to reopen, erasing my hours of efforts — I tried.
Each time my computer blinked blue and flash “blue dump errors” — I tried.
I tried it many times… but failed.
I tried to stop time.
To go back and make things right.
To rewrite what had already been written.
I failed.
But I still try —
again, and again —
Because… perhaps that’s what it means to be alive.