Ceaseless Loop
Ceaseless Loop
Like a clock work of galactic dimension
Days changed for another day, year for another
Each night following footprints of the previous
Hardy a shade different than the other
Trapped in the glass hour, to decant and filled again
Swishing sand filled the ears, screaking void surrounds
Life moves on, yet is static, feet sunk deep into the dark swamp
An illusion run amok on the streets, rivers or over the mounds
Hollow rings the temple bells, sadness in carols,
The emptiness of muezzin call from the lofty minaret
The charade of happiness, the tears of treachery
Wingless Dreams breathing their last in the typic’s net
Same people, same faces, same memoir in endless loop of trite life
The impasse time, waiting to handcuff the incessant cycle of dread.
I ran away, I ran away to the safety of unknown, a stranger
I hid amongst the unknown faces, to the bizarre lands I fled
The strings of fate have brought me back again, to the very lanes
To look into the eyes of the pain, that I ran endlessly to hide
To stand up, to find my voice, to face my fear, to fight till the end
Accept the fate, savor the taste, good or bad with humility and pride