Sunday, 3 April 2016


It's been a while
Since things
haven't been

It feels as if
The moon has lost its charm
And now it's creeping me out
Like my morning alarm

It's not what it was
It doesn't glow now
It doesn't embrace
My flow, now

Everything is a phase
And hence
It's bound to

Neither is love
Nor is hatred
An affair
For forever.

We're all temporary beings
With temporary feelings
Living in a temporary world
Trying to relax our fluctuating temper.

It's all temporary
You, me, time, life, phases
Everything for that matter
Is just temporary.

This too shall pass
For stagnation
is temporary
Unlike the flow

The glow will be back
So will the flow be
Yet again
Temporarily again, though.

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