Vague...

When the swap of these hours,

Brings in the hilarity of yesteryears,

And breaks my notion of being composed,

My soul trapped in those layers…

And I knew, it was vague!

Layers of  years of memories…

And of dreams that we dreamt…

Of this bliss, we claimed…

And the layer that grew faint…

I love the solidity of these layers-

And love this suffocation in me,

For this, drives away to that land,

Where inhabits the actual me…

Of few decades-in quest of knowing,

This world around me-

Yes, ended up with something complex

Albeit, I grew up from the simplicity…

Kept on adding the layers over layers,

And the vision, hence, blurred…

Of no roads to head further…

And no voice, within, to be heard…

I shall seldom try to escape,

The cube of this concrete…

The walls that shall never let in…

The promises- so porous

And the prayers- so weak!

Yes, my chase is vague!

And I knew it…

My efforts- in vain!

For something subtle-

Of never-winning-games!

Within these layers-

My soul shall bury…

In that quest of unleashing the intangible

I shall befriend my solitude, definitely!

Though I know, it’s vague, again!

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