Tuesday, 26 April 2011

I in the back alleys

When the whole world is trying to pull me forward,
I move backwards in time.
My steps all slow
Backwards
And
Backwards
Beyond the reach I fall.



A lot from the past is hanging on with me,
I need to leave them by
Yet I don't have the urge to do so.
The physical self is somewhere
Ahead in the crowd;
The soul, shadow is standing still
Watching it disappear alone
In the future.



As I stand still in the back alleys of life,
Waiting
And
Wanting
To find my path back.

2 comments:

iambeingme said...

To find the path back... :-) impressive..
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raat jaga taara said...

\m/ super like!!!