Years go by and still at the start of the race, run many a times
Wondering about all things that went right and those that went astray
What has it built within and all that it has destroyed along the path
Mesmerized between love and lust, yet forlorn in acceptance
An elated feeling of altruism circles down to selfish annihilation
Creativity lost into experience and in search of excellence by rebirth
Reputations ruined amidst the turmoil of affairs of state
Look behind at choicest memories of those well cherished ones
Now only frames remain with their portraits reduced to ashes
Rendezvous of past ghosts with the lifelessness of the present
Concealed feelings that never die out, no matter what effort
Resolutions of a resurgence resulting in worse elucidation
Nursing inflicted wounds with bandages that give no reparation
Stuck on the edge... questioning the pains and the gains
A real act or an act of reality... twisted over perceptions
Gazing into the future of giving up on improbable promises
Words no longer remain in the boundaries of conviction
Actions remain to deceive the eyes and a bewitched heart
In glory all that is left behind is a stab into this desolate solace!
Cheers,
The Johny
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