Ruined for good...

It has come like a splash on my face

I could not even plan out a gaze

It spoiled the colors that I cherished..

Looks like all superbly blemished

Once it was the verve that drove my life

Now its the nightmare that plays the knife

Still Life .. Pacing light

Life’s still like a hurtling streak of light..
I hold myself… I look back
Cant see the greenery around me a slight

I still want to wait here to witness the pleasing frame of life
But there is something I cant promise you…

My pacing up mind doesn’t leave me to be a part of you
I have thought ahead.. I have passed you by

“I am with you” --- I cant even lie
Running behind… but I hardly can be caught
Don’t preach anymore, I don’t grasp the lot

I am caught in the your serenity which soothes my life
But don’t try to trap my imagination…

The anxiety is killing me..going forward and backward
I believe the rush in me is sacred
I am here to see you , hear you and feel you
I am here to live you

But the absence on my part is defend-able