Droplet

In the vast expanse, I reel myself every inch, I way my out through daily proclivities, the basked up sun and the pale moon, billowing, as cold winds plays and touch it`s face , and underneath we weave our tales, and serenades, struggling and trying to live someone`s else life. Dramatized and agonized, wish I could escape, but my feet, slovenly passes each day through pandemonium, beat up dead, all joy and desires charred. I brazenly flout, but I could hem  my existence, so vividly requisite, as I am a drop taken out of an ocean, so solitary, and forced to gaze the water ripples ,being born and breath its last, listlessly. I am out, still I   somehow feels the tentacles chained to me, you hurt me more, still I know I created you inside my head, in my brain`s foggiest ,I could faintly see you, slowly dying as a nebulous cloud of sand dust, in a faraway galaxy, from thousand years old, or maybe more.

A crisis of love, and a gawky touch. Oh!!Now  I could breathe alone, in this fracture world. Still, your reminisce; keep me warm in this world so cold, unreservedly.  But I have to live such kind of life, with or without you.

~ Passing thoughts, Roop K.Nath