FORLORN

The lone mind in the lone sky under the lone sun

Tries flying to cross the eternity. 

The forlorn feet on the forlorn sand in the forlorn desert

Walk alone to surpass the eternity. 

The cosmic dream inside the mind

Touches the ground of forlorn reality. 

The past meets the present in the guise

Of surreal forms of leftover serenity. 

Inside the room sneaks the spring air

With the urban smell of weary beauty. 

The forlorn time mixes with the sour tamarind

To produce the scrumptious pickle of antiquity. 

The streaks of sporadic light bite the memory

To bring back the images of an unspoken pity. 

The forlorn mind from the lone sky looks down

And finds the pickle of time and blue memory. 

The orangish dusky light slips through the window

To talk about the time beyond eternity. 

There is nothing new, there is nothing old. 

There is a mind that holds the temporal serendipity. 

The lone mind, the forlorn time, the empty blue sky 

Break the light into colours beyond eternity.