With sands of time
playing it’s reel,
bound to few mistakes
a wisp of irritation
a spur of excitement
to catch up with fading time
the heart singing valour of chasing lines
in those dilemma
a dark sky
engulfing emotions of all kind
in that aloofness
nobody to greet
and none to agree
the emotions charring the wisdom
making errr as it reeks
sanity or insanity
blurring the lines
why do you play trick all times ?
a moment of breathe
a second of present
Just, live in the moment
Chasing endlessly
Long buried dreams,
they call him “ prisoner of dreams”
a slave of ambitions
drinking wine of fantasies
on roof of reality
sleeping in midst of circumstances
as it breeds….