Someone knocks on….
Never did I know the meaning of a feeling
That keeps bleeding inside inside as love..
May be that eyes are not always enough
Icy glances that are left behind
For the empty roads to savour..
Never did save the moment.
Perhaps I could say how it feels like
When the touch brushes aside..
Leaving these vacant places even emptier..
Ticking on and on..
A desperate hope of evading
All warps of time
Keeps lurching in vain….
The sounds of mundane chores …
Have to win in the end..
End semesters and millions of promises
And a million more expectations…
Somehow prove their present worth
On these shoulders
That took nineteen years to build
Suddenly burying evrything else…
In a world where change is the rule
And speed is the name of every game
How could I cling to a speck of fantasy..
Only this bit of poison
Still circulating in my blood
Sometimes speaks out its existence
Reminding me of myself……
