Marching ants, vibrant sunflowers, flowing waves of birds,
Everything was not as complex as a flock of herds,
Life was never that easy as it is hasty,
The flow of events turned out to be nasty.

Spilled coffee on the teak,
Life was flowing at its maximum peak,
Movement of every single entity around me,
Could feel the flow of every drop of blood gushing through thee.

Burst car tyres, bent rim, shattered glasses,
Life flashed in front of me in few moments,
Mind has lost its synchronization with the brain,
Things have slowly started flowing down the drain.

Teardrops, like the perennial raindrops was a sight,
Life was turning, running like a turbulent flight,
Dropped the coffee mug, shattered, scattered,
Kept everything every second of the spent life aside.

Marched forward away from the abnormalities of those formalities,
Far away in those jungles high above without any tragedies,
The smile was back in those peaceful surroundings,
Missing was NOW the hustle bustle tangled bounding’s.

End was near, not yet close but not so far either,
Torn clothes were better than the ripped soul I had,
Puzzle was complete so was the destiny's marching orders,
It could have been easy if those sane moments could've been pondered.