How costlier can it get as days pass by, as years go down?
What price can one pay for it?
The joke laughs at me every moment of the day. I haven't got that chance to even laugh at my own creation.
Life goes and doesn't look back
I keep standing there
A place well forgotten.
Others have moved ahead with the spinning planet.
I defied all physics standing there from then on.
I watched the scorching heat, the biting cold, drizzling damsels n blossoming blooms
My feet still
My conscience moved in and out
Ideas changed
Ideals replaced ideas but none too great to wake me up
Sleepwalking, I try to get to the shore
To find it empty of the world that inhabited it.
I collect sea shells
To make a trophy for myself
To remind myself of the life once lost
Throbbing pain, Pungent guilt, Unpronounced Love
So filled the nostrils.
Taking in the smell of my own self and creation
Choked i wriggle to find the next word.
Why does my time stop when i feel happy about it
why do my clocks always reverse when i step forward unconsciously?
Why am i so uncertain of future , drenched in past?
Life doesn't give second chance.
I want life back and i don't want to leave it to chance?
Expectations hamper my chances
Laying on by back, the journey is pricking me.
The search futile and futility unfaithful
Am losing it in between.
how much can i confess?
How much could anything mean anybody?
