Category : Poems

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I kept staring at the time,It has stopped .
The numbness embraces the teardrops,But it remains still somewhere inside like a swirl.

It is a stormy morning with the gloomiest sky.
The first train arrives with a goodbye that was unexpected.
Breaking me,molding me like a clay,it creates a new me.
A patient one,I tame my hair and feel the structured emotions that I am supposed to unveil.
I reach the emptiness while touching the old memories .
The grey sweater still hangs in the closet with some yesterday on it.

The tables and chairs quarrel about their past existence with the story.

I sit and slit the pages one by one to recover the sob,sniffles and the long lost laughter.


I see the time again,Now it has bathe with the moments and started for future.
As I depart suddenly without telling the saga of predicted paths.
I miss the world and the monotonous rigmarole.