When the clock strikes midnight…
And darkness encompasses all in the sight…
The time comes to a standstill…
Your own thoughts now grill …
Every if, every but, every decision
ever made…
To free the bird or let it remain in
the cage…
The moments and memories, even now,
they haunt…
Life, yet again, laughs with an evil
taunt…
Only the travelers know the meaning
of the journey…
The longingness of destination in
this mysterious haze…
Yet again, the tears breach the line…
‘Stop! No!’ I say, but it is useless
now to whine…
Questioning the stars and moon…
Were there ever chances of "happiness”
soon?
Empty roads, dim streetlights, and
silenced sky…
So much like this mislead heart of my…
Where to, what is next, what now…
The answer to which I know not…
Wish the coin tosses gave the hoped reaction…
Every step taken came with reversing
solution…
The knots tighten around the throat
and heart alike…
The pain stabs with a hundred sharp
knives…
What do you think of yourself?
Who do you think you are?
Rights over me, commanding control
and more…
Knowing every move and every spot
sore…
Restraining the uncaptured…
Playing with the memories painted in red
blood…
The muffled screams, claustrophobic
breath…
The grief to which words do no
justice…
The blade of the past penetrates down the
throat…
Puncturing everything it touches, spirit
and soul…
There is no way to merely
"repair" what is already done…
I am not a toy or a watch to put
under maintenance zone…
Sweaty palms and smiles missed…
Miles apart with unsettled destiny…
Caged laughter, dreams askew, and throbbing
scars…
Agony breaks into the oblivion from
the faith of ours…
How indeed and where to, do I run
away from myself?
To escape the realities and anguish
itself…
Wish I could hide from the obvious,
fooling the ruining fate…
Kill all the feelings, press the
reset switch, and give one lifetime a miss…
With every inhale I still feel the
same smell…
Of the days passed and nights rotten
as hell…
The vision of a distorted mind makes even
the finest mirror break...
Each dusk to daylight, this story
chooses to repeat itself...
The night, like a routine, dies a
thousand deaths...
Only to arise, at dawn, as a smiling,
bubbling, and cheerful mate...
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