Sometimes, Words float on the surface
Sometimes, Words dive deep down to the core
Sometimes, this world spins around you - again and again
Sometimes, lifeless mud scratches your soul
But,
can we ever measure the density of pain?
can we ever die several times and come back to life again?
can we ever ignore the benediction voices?
can we ever split the second entity from the actual self?
~ Alas!!!
pages will be covered with lots of ink
pages will die with age
pages will go beyond the memory can hold
pages will rejuvenate from yellow to green
But,
souls will fly forever
from platform to platform

~ 22nd August'2017, 12:50 a.m