Writing on the Wall

Am I running a-way or am I running to be a-way.

The sky is coming down suffocating me

I shall breath like I breathed last breath

But, what shall it is be call this bit of time.

The glasses of surrounding bursted and splintered

Have sliced me now miscalculativly random

Blinding me muting me sipping out all of my senses.

But I’ll be there like the shadow after nuclear bomb hurled;

Like the writing on the wall, the wall freshly repainted.

It’s this writings for which I’ll put bet on.

Every time you paint I’ll be the botch of monsoon damp.

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. michnavs says:

    I too am asking myself of the same thing….beautiful Sangbad..

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    1. Sangbad says:

      Thanks Mich for sharing…my pleasure for making you think…

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  2. abhiray59 says:

    Good question. Running away or running to be away. Most of us have no answer.

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    1. Sangbad says:

      Yes…the very basic question on the existence we face most of the time…

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  3. ssunshine14 says:

    Ufff these words ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

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    1. Sangbad says:

      Thanks…my pleasure…

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