Myriad stops!
Haven't been myself for a while. The while has past into days, weeks, months and now years. Clenched in the fist wrestling to wriggle out. Yet held so tight not a breath of air and let out the exasperation. When did it begin? Years passed to have an idle conversation without pretense, when the normal is no more normal. Where is soul and heart? Caught in performing and being in the present has taken away something immense; sense and sensibility. The vagabond days and ache is gone to become mundane and everlasting waiting. The hunger and zeal is bounded to 'responsibilities'..hope has become to hopelessness and yet the fist is clenched so tight. A carefree laughter is no more mine. Essence of feelings are becoming numb and yet the fist is clenched so tight. Rhyme, hum, giggle are things of past..looking ahead is now a thing forgotten. Summing it up has no more words left, pain is now constant. Setting free has a no more meaning left. I behold the...