It was not a fleeing moment Or a few hours by the clock Not even an eventful day There were weeks to contemplate And months to weigh the ups & downs Before the decision was taken
Tears were shed, emotions flowed Words tumbled out, giving reasons Sights dulled, lost all charm Sounds flashed back into memories Weather was the worst betrayer Awakening sensory sensations
Life stumbled, groped around And decided to slump back on its feet Slowly stepping on the weeds of thoughts Why did the Sun dazzle no more? Or the Rains had no music? Everything seemed stark and normal
The realization finally sunk in Slowly blossoming into reality The chance had gone. Forever perhaps. Faded away in the daily slog But then why when I wake up some mornings The pillows are wet with regret?
You have to roll a six, With four dices on the board. The odds are not in your favor, Playing a big game of chance. Critics are saying it’s impossible, But you still play in the tournament. Self-discipline increases the
Standing on a sand island I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white
Time drifted us, Love lost its charm, Self replaced ‘together’, Ego took over command, The bygone torments its very existence, Wish we could give it a second chance. A magical world surrounds, Mysterious yet beautiful A castle we build, of
Watching as half my existence has passed And all that is left are memories, that on my brain have been cast The rest of my age will find strength in autumn and winter remembrance As I wander through the freshness