As you isolate yourself from the world,
A favorite corner and that favorite seat,
You lie back and dive in to memories,
Trying to consolidate as much as you can..
You judge yourself, You protect your mistakes,
You think why things go wrong, what went right,
Back with the belief, a pinch of faith to affirm,
You stand up strong just to go back to sleep..
Ticking clock, Unpainted walls, Spider webs,
Every atom in this universe gives you a sign,
Disorder is the nature of nature,
Why would you else be born then?
Putting those pieces back, to make the part whole,
Run you a lot on stoned paths,
Panting breaths, Pumping heartbeats, Given up life,
Not so early, Not yet..
You get back to your room, open those incomplete diaries,
Write a few lines to dream well,
Because you know this story wouldn’t cease to exist,
In grave, your coffin somewhere breathes..