Read it.... some of you felt the same.
And more things gonna disappear
with each change, more strings ,
more pull , more pills
or more looking back ,
and as the days begin to race , world swells
and spaces gonna squeeze.
Soon there will be less unknown ,
and lesser unseen
and the rest are glass- doored.
Will get surprised to step on own foot ,
All those walks on untouched earth ,
through smoggy bends with a fear
for a blank planet ,
all those words with the silent nights ,
cocooned in cotton blanket
dreams in trance, untold utopias .
Someday, all sands gonna blend
like smell of ‘Secret love spell’
in thin air , — and NO MORE PLACE TO CRY ALONE.