All of a sudden, I felt the universe wrecked havoc on me
Defocused vision, sleeplessly helpless
I thrived to live a little more
With a soft touch of poetic mercy
I asked the doctor, “Am I going to die?”
To my surprise he replied with the most nihilistic voice, “Yes, madam, we all are”
Should I despise him?
I had to come back home
I just want to craft one more script
I want to create something all the children would love unconditionally!
I want to dig out all the undermined words everybody wants to speak out loud
Someone help me out I have to pen down one last script
Or atleast take me back somewhere I can rest
If I am breaking something, I want to break thousand years of silence
I want someone to decipher my surreal dreams
All those inaudible cacophony
Explicit catastrophic collapses
Indecisive moral contemplation
I want to live through my frames
I want to live through my poetry
Excuse me, have you seen my camera and notebook?