“I don’t feel bad when there is something goes foolish by me for a lose,but instead i know by this,at last i will end up turning around with nothing…
but they will be the cracks on the mirror of my image that had been made for the same thing..
and the smile that has survived too long which gives me a hope to become what i should be,neither sooner nor late,it will be perfect as this world itself is…”
‘Whenever i turn my gaze around my background,
i don’t even feel i’m present in at-least a single round,
and when i feel i’m up i push myself down,
the previous nights that shook me internally!How?
when i visited those unknown towns,
nothing seems less to be get found..
i can’t even tell it to someone
as i begun,it’s an immediate fun
they turn their backs off ,black clouds
I was back in the rays of the hidden sun
instead my thoughts are still partial,towards the other one
real world is perfect.
The curiosity & reality, this world of carnivorous gravity
that same experience turning back again to me
Surely,nothing looks cynical to see..
N O T O N L Y R O U N D S ?
We all are turning ,living or not
getting into turns of turns
Whether it’s a Survival, whole Universe,the Ants gregarious meal,
Space mans and machines
micro-organisms,Sun-Flower and everything,the Birds, my wristwatch
T h e P a g e s
F O C U S O F T H E F O L K S ?
I S T H E R E S O M E T H I N G L E F T ?
T H E S E T U R N S E N D A T ?
Y E S?
to still down our unstoppable mind in some or the other way……
all we are doing is..
H O P E
-Turns of turning turns-