Devoured, but still think I am winning. The game of life, ruled by me (I think)but have been played all along. Time is laughing into my hands. Singing 'the past' song.
by Abhinav Maurya
I have compromised for conventions. By killing my feelings on every steps. Thrown myself into this wild goose chase. In hope of something I don't even think I wanted to get.
Is it too late?
Am I long gone?
Is there no hope?
The questions I ask myself every day. In silence I sleep bidding adieu to this play. To be woken up in same, again to get slayed.