Years are haunting,
Months are puzzling,
Days are whistling,
Moments are buzzing...
But no one knows what's next,
and he doesn't know how to cope up too.
Everything is written on black and white.
But one could see only white,
a vision without conceive any offspring.
Life is a rebellion,
call someone, reach other one.
It is a play within a play,
a show of absurdity,
swallow his/her anxiety and feel numbness.
It is a nervousness of something
that cannot utter in words
And days are going sans much adieu!!!
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