Dragging Feet In The Sand Of Time.

 The way you are...

The way you like to be...

Are complete parallel universes

And you know that,

Glad to hear that.

But there is something like that...

Like that stuff which you would say

To your soul every passing time..

The scenes you saw

Are just a mere reflection 

Of the hollowness 

You carry in yourself 

Coz you are the only one

believing in that...

In that theory of reciprocation 

Just to take out your frustration 

And people around you

don't need illustration.

Your pain camouflages

With people's mockery 

And your laugh stages 

To the bottom of your fears .

No matter how hard you try,

How hard you manifest 

Some stories need to be untold,

Some tears need to be fallen

Some pain must be your threshold 

Until your skin is swollen.

These feet wanna create history 

But are dragging themselves 

in the sands of time

for they don't know 

the shape in this sand 

is created when they are still.

Far across the sky,

I look for that cloud 

Which smiles back at me

And says 

"My child! You are doing absolutely fine!!"

                                                                                        - YATIKA JENA