Waiting in the twilight with the gathering darkness ,
I have often thought of you and listened,
to the screaming silence all around me.
As all boundaries fade into the shadows ,
I grope with the bleak reasons of existence.
Why should I stay back then?
If you had to go then why,
Why did I have to walk the moonlit path ?
To seek refuge from the surge of the flood within,
trying to save my entire belongings
that were once your gifts to me
of those moments of madness;
How do I reconcile then, all those which I lost
to the ravages of the unrelenting time.
What passes through the gates beyond the horizon
will never come back again
even if the spring repeats itself
and season flowers bloom in gardens.