I thought of living my life as a whole
But, here I am thinking something everyday which is out of my hold
This is not what I stand to correct,
I have learned to accept this like a disciplined child
Who only nods back to his teacher arms folded
Like a fleeting time my days pass by
It leaves me in disciplined gestures,
Never asking me what I have reflected
My thought is too much for a pressing time to hold
I thought time will cure the absence of the presence but,
I only get to liquidate my presence here and not fill my absence
I am under the weight of a cursed stone that cannot lift itself up
I am waiting to lift myself someday and
Curse my stoned self with life, and leave it to revoke itself
With a hope that when days pass by
I shall conjure up the void and fly like the displaced stone
To the distant land of my future holding what I couldn’t fill before
It is just that I want to make all the difference and
Fill the hole while I am still on the hold