It's been a long day

It's the end of the tunnel,

Yet it seems so ironical.

I see no light after gloom,

A gloom no less than deceased perfume.

The sunset envisaged the emotion all along,

Never did we feel it here, where we belong.

We cried in the beginning,

We sobbed at the end.

Yet it's just another turning,

Miles before another new bend.

The 'tech-age' veiled the underlying emotions;

Never did we reciprocate the intricate human notions.

Today we know they'll be waiting at the bend,

To embrace emotions gadgets could not apprehend.

The conscience would do whatever it takes

To cling on and erase those haunting mistakes.

The journey has been bumpy with happiness in haze;

Yet I wish I could go back and summon those good old days.

We'll stride towards perfection and reach the other end,

But it will all seem so empty

Without the held out hand of that good old friend.

It's the last few steps as the road gets narrower;

Hanging on to time as our soul gets hollower.

Inevitable yet hard to accept,

The paramount truth do we reject.

The ground seems to slip from beneath our feet,

As we reluctantly edge towards the light we greet.

It's been a long day without that echoing bell,

And I'll tell you all about it when I'll bid you farewell.