• Published : 01 Oct, 2015
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I sit waiting for hours together

I know it's coming, coming soon

I can hear it, smell it, feel it

As my insides twirl in a nervous tune..

I wait till I can no more

Then I make the final dash

Hitting everything and everyone on the way

I don't even stop to nurse the deep gash..

My destination awaits patiently

Those little knobby eyes sneering

I shed the skin I had come with

Hurriedly rest before entering the ring.

And brace myself for the thundering blows

The noisy whirlwinds and dusty brown storms

I hold myself together tight

Lest I lose me in those shapeless forms.

It rides through with all the might

Not a soul can now stand in its way

If only one could see with open eyes

What a perfect mess of me there lay.

Pieces of me strewn about carelessly all around

Some sank, some floated, some just stranded

As I rise and survey the muddle

A drop of sweat my brow quietly added.

I watch as a wave cruelly washes it away

All that I had created was gone

Time has played its brutal joke again

One it has repeated since I was born.

I wash my dirty hands of my sins

Walk out hanging my head in shame

In the utopian hope of a better next time

With the exhausted belief, it will still be the same.

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Ashay Abbhi

Joined: 29 Apr, 2014 | Location: , India

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