Resonating Oscillation
It struggles in the confines of questions.
That my heart raises in certain situations.
Unanswerable seem the statements
Devoid of any emotions or sentiments.
A whiff of cold air it wants to breathe.
Calm the rage with which it seethes.
Of not being able to get that what it wants.
The fallacies of those it counted upon.
Drenched in a bottle of old whiskey.
Parched in the sun, under the lifeless tree.
Now and then it saunters into the sands of time.
Finding naught but just dust and grime.
Its time to retrench and break free.
Retrace steps from the dull and the bleak.
Return to that lost world of mine,
That long back lost its rhythm and rhyme.
