POETRY.

The Time Wrap

And a Connected Story

A footstep to take, outside the door, Killing my doubts, breaking obstacles, and painful cry.

Losing the momentum of moments into a dark den, My feet wraps itself in shoes of unholy wraths, Wraths of past, mixing into the present, doubting for future.

Then where am I? Seems like in the black hole of consciousness, Burning into seconds, turning into ashes. The wormhole keeps me in a loop, In a loophole, bringing songless melody in my discerning ears.

Slowly, I take the step, And I find myself inside the house, in front of the door, At the starting point of the race.

In the race of time wrapped track, Time after time.

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