a passing thought

Can’t live with,
neither without.
Can’t bear, neither can’t stop loving it.
This is the chaos; the catalyst, life.
Doesn’t ends, won’t either.

a passing thought

With million stories, I dreamt endlessly.
Nothing as such, I can’t do now
But I assumed nothing, about the life as it is to see.
I lived those days though no answers to seek.
I wish to live them again.

a passing thought

I feel so calm and subtle,
lighter that it successfully deceives me of pain.
I sense no weight or any thoughts,
but then for how long I would own it.
Irony!