It is a tale – an anatomy of my emptiness, & of despair… of my life…
Life that is bright, rationally, a crackle of flames…
Color of dust blended with the color of haze …
Roads are like thin lines of white smoke…
One turning is like another…
Rough graveled surface all around…
It’s easier to get lost than to find a way…
No way to move along… no home to go back…
I am in a daze; I don’t see anything…
Yet a desire is aggravating my impatience...
I see life -making extraordinary excuses unexceptionally…
So I snooze in the same moment… wide awake… yet dreaming…
Thinking about the words you said, words become more than words…
And I get lost for quite sometime…
Melancholy comes like a fatigue...
A sense of doom…
I come back to this world where words are again just like words, fake and bogus…
I decide to come out of this agony … To trace a way back at any price…
I find your words again stopping me… not letting me go…
Fresh tears accumulate in the corners of my eyes but...
I don’t let them descend I just hold them back because...
tears become more than tears when they tend to come out because of you…
Then, destructive urge comes on me at times…
I want to see fire everywhere…
I stop and think there is no hope of improvement…
Revolving great thoughts in my heart I try to configure the rare world I m in… n then I wake up … n realize that I was actually dead to the world … was taking a nap….. n life is beautiful... as it is!
