Sunday summer afternoon
Internet opened with
No important mails
Facebook charm fades
Not much it says
People have lost
All craze
Pressing keys on
The keyboard
Hands did shake
What else left
In this life
Why I fake
When nothing
To write
All mistakes
Repetition
"Are you still
being disturbed?"
No smile leaves
This place
As ponders the
Last post
With in between
Many breaks
All same old
Faces n' their families
Day to day incidents
Clouds call outside
Green paths nostalgic
Bicycle takes to
Roads less traveled
Nothing to seek
No one to speak
A solitude
Temple stands
In queue
Bells no more
Steps broken long ago
Shattered door
Empty floor
I sit letting myself out
Minutes pass
I wonder
How long this lasts
I thought it ended
Why am I chasing aghast
Death, my wish
An only wish
Wait for it
Long for it
Till then
I ride again
To watch n' play
My feeble role
While my heart
And mind both
Tear my being
Apart!
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