Into the deep hollow of my own eyes, stared I,
Searching the remains of those, which dug them,
I see some traces but no definite marks,
I have forgiven them, all, long ago.
Forgotten them, consciously or even otherwise,.
Have I risen or fallen, I wish to ask.
I have no answers, but one,
I have gathered some precious moments lived.
I take no pride to recount the minutes,
Of insanity, of hysterical reactions and simple yearnings..
My senses have ripen or have gone numb, know not I,
I see a comfort-breeze rushby, also gathering old leaves along.
Things have changed and they never will be the same.
Dedicated to: Pyar ke pal- by Strings
12:10 a.m 18th Oct,2007
