As the life begins to lose its motion
I am stuck in the myriad of thoughts.
When the reality fades into oblivion
Only dried leaves welcome the springs.
When it is easy to look the other way
Or to not look at all
For the journey is often exhausting
And the truth is nothing but bitter.
When the nights and the days seem alike
Eclipsed by the shadows of past and future
Suddenly, the chaos seems to be
more comforting and desirable.
Just when I feel in control
The moment arrives
When it all starts to slips away,
Dropping me into the sands of time.
Day after day as the weeks pass by
I hang on to whatever I can
For when dreams turn out to be a nightmare
Even insomnia appears beautiful.
---Sriram
