While sipping through the cup of life
I look up to the mirror only to fid
A shadow of something which used to be mine
The dark eyes stare back at me
The cold hands catch me shivering
And Oh! I have forgotten what used to be mine.
The clock tickles, I can see it
Time doesn't move, I can feel it
Still I stumble over only to find
I just cannot see anymore what used to be mine
I can only make out the outline of a smile
My legs are tired, did they just run a mile?
Heartbeats echo throughout the room
It's fun to see how much it can beat just before it is bout to die
I stare back at the mirror, this body is still mine.
I had written this on 17th Nov 2012, my Chaiji's birthday. I donot remember the exact reason as to why I had suddenly written such a weird poem, yet I found it in my old cell phone so thought of posting. No changes have been made to the original piece. Miss you Chaiji always.
Thank You Bhagwanji for everything.
I look up to the mirror only to fid
A shadow of something which used to be mine
The dark eyes stare back at me
The cold hands catch me shivering
And Oh! I have forgotten what used to be mine.
The clock tickles, I can see it
Time doesn't move, I can feel it
Still I stumble over only to find
I just cannot see anymore what used to be mine
I can only make out the outline of a smile
My legs are tired, did they just run a mile?
Heartbeats echo throughout the room
It's fun to see how much it can beat just before it is bout to die
I stare back at the mirror, this body is still mine.
I had written this on 17th Nov 2012, my Chaiji's birthday. I donot remember the exact reason as to why I had suddenly written such a weird poem, yet I found it in my old cell phone so thought of posting. No changes have been made to the original piece. Miss you Chaiji always.
Thank You Bhagwanji for everything.
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