After so long…

I picked up a pen and paper
and as I sat, I felt this hollow in my heart like I cant breathe but just write.
I felt an old pain that has surfaced above , like a lost message in the bottle .
l felt the fear building around my bones,
all the uncertainity biting on my soul.
I sensed this strange, scary but , so familiar darkness around me.
After so long , I felt that my mind had too much to say but my heart was numb.

The page before me was blank.

The girl and her shadow

Sitting on the dark cold floor is the shadow of a girl who laughs loudly in broad day light.
She is never out of words but, her shadow has nothing to say..
She has her pockets filled with hope,
but her shadow is just tumbling down the slope.
And yet, they both go along so well
Just because she is a liar!

Oh time, you are wicked!

Time is a concept so timeless, so eternal.
Yet, why sometimes I find it dull?
On some days it just speaks to me
Other, it’s just waiting to pass.
At times, I find myself wishing for ‘it’ to last,
Why does it always seems to favor the past?
But then who am I to question the endless authority of time,
for it is ‘precious’ and I am just a dime.
Time time an endless rhyme.
Its everything and nothing at the same time.
I bow to thee for it completes my rhyme in every line.
Time time an endless rhyme.

You are wicked.