I stand here tucking this table with dime,
Lighting the past candle with lashes of time.
As slowly these dried memories again got drenched,
Little of these bumps fills up my brainy Mariana Trench.
As I wished these residual ashes to fly far away,
But then this fog appeared as my strength slay.
I had thin directions but now it got random,
We weren’t apart, but now it’s ton fathom.
As again I lathe to close up this memory jar,
I await here for you to carve out that final scar….
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
I stand here tucking this table with dime,
Lighting the past candle with lashes of time.
As slowly these dried memories again got drenched,
Little of these bumps fills up my brainy Mariana Trench.
As I wished these residual ashes to fly far away,
But then this fog appeared as my strength slay.
I had thin directions but now it got random,
We weren’t apart, but now it’s ton fathom.
As again I lathe to close up this memory jar,
I await here for you to carve out that final scar….
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