Nobody to someone
Somebody to no one
Waking up for what
Aching with thoughts
Living on the spot
Wishes tied up in knots
Praying by habit
No real day of sabbath
Hopes collected to a froth
A blur called my reflection
Recognizes the self
Lesser and lesser each day.
2 comments:
Very true. Now a days every ritual has become habitual.
Personally, a lot more was left unsaid, but the fact that you felt something thru the mere words recorded - is humbling.
Thanks for stopping by and writing in.
Appreciate it :)
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