Living on the edges,

When the drums beat the sounds in the empty moments

Residing in the void,

Running like a nimble sprinter’s empty mind movements

Living the joy of running,

Visiting the life in moments but seldom in compliments

Thriving on the craze,

Of being the lazy fellow riding high on absurd sentiments


Sometimes, it soothes when there is nothing to follow

Sometimes, it relieves when things look not so in reach

Sometimes, it makes internal peace to remain subdued

Sometimes, the sweat smells so sweet along your path


Sometimes, it makes sense to talk nonsense,

Letting you do the funny tango

Sometimes, reading the crap enlightens more,

Than the mystery wrap on the go


We all need to live like this, absentmindedly, on days like this

We need to talk to the alter ego of the ‘cosmetic us’, freely, on days like this


When we feel low,

When we feel hollow,

When we feel betrayed, and

When we feel lost,

On a day like this


When we live the life, once lived, but now seldom thought,

In a way like this

When we make sense of the ‘ignored us’ and a ‘forgotten life’ to go,

In a way like this


Have you been able to find the child in you,

On a day like this?


©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

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