Thursday, October 16, 2008

Start out again with a wiped slate
open road stares you in the face,
Despondent traveler wayward led,
In between the lines he read,

Lost yourself in the whens, the wheres, the whys,
Couldn't separate the hows, the whats, the lies,
Friends found and lost forever
Life's passing you by in a blur

Can't distinguish one day from the other,
Lying in the arms of the estranged lover,
You wish it would finally come to pass,
And lying there you could breathe your last....

2 comments:

Radar Introspects said...

Solitude seeps in
Unknowingly I presume.
Working round the clock,
Running against the blocks,
Yet,reaching a place where
Silence lurks and smirks.

Ahmed said...

I like idea of - the romance of thought with self and your marriage with your work.