Some feelings , you feel you can never write them about,
May be because no one can relate to them.
Walking along a path unknown, I walk on and on,
By the invisible unflinching feet that I have.
For sustenance of self on this cosmos,
I take paths advocated and designed.
Sometimes I feel devoured to pieces,
By the silent armaments of time .I ask self, where did I go wrong ,
Things were supposed to be that way I guess.
What I envision in my
dream,
Fail to help me move.
Want to shut it all out and think afresh,
Alas, every dream leaves an imprint on the mind.As a bird of peace
I feel caged in the Realms of Time.
Time, you are cruel
You are running without me.
