Sunday, 15 April 2018

Living with the contradictions

I forgot my laughter,
I took the help of pretension,
Nothing worked out to ease out from the contradictions,
Every passing second that I deduct from the time of separation,
Boomerang with a new hope of germination,
The dream of spring ,
The dream of rain,
Amidst the uncertainties and a little chance of probability,
That one day……
In some corner of the earth your beeping heart and mine will meet,
Then the shower will wipe the fury ,
Will soothe the pinching theory ,I am now,
Moving with if…
Walking with when..
Running with will it really be..
Is making me live with the chances of probabilities.



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