I was being inconsiderate or life was getting inchoate
I cannot say but thoughts were certainly not amorphous
Distant in the past or remote in the future or even now
Or the events of yesterday or the thoughts of tomorrow
Living was taking meanings of a transcendental abyss
Into chasms and alleys of days experienced and sought
I wished to run away, I tried to walk in, rereading them
But sense in words failed to register on a cerebral mess
I had travelled for so long in my thoughts, unrestricted
Going to the years so far that I had not kept the count
But I could not decide how to get out of this labyrinth
Even if I let my ‘self’ flow along the designs of the times
I could not see the elements that were there yesterday
Even if I allowed my soul to wander again into this chaos
All I could see walls all around which I had razed long ago
Contemplation & The Reflex









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

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