I Don't Have Time.........

Written By: Pallav Gogoi (www.piedpiper3409.co.cc)

Some lines

some words

some memories

some love.

Is this what left in my life?

Some thoughts

some friends

some books

some CDs...

Is what I possess?

Everything is so dull now it seems

but how many more days

I will survive this life...

Where the sun, moon and stars are all dark.

Time stops, love stops, everything stops

When it comes to me...

Well I don't have time now

is what I say to myself

every single day....

I think of getting married

I think of driving a Merc…

I think of returning back home

I think lot of things....

But is this what I am made for

what I am...I really wonder

Confused at times.

I want to be a man sometimes from a sheer boy.

My poetic existence means nothing

my poems holds no meaning.

My words seem vague now.

As if I am growing old...

I think little optimism will work.

I think I should grow.

I think I have to do it now...

I think I don't have time....

Is my poem good?

Oh it doesn’t matter though

because they are my true feelings

something very real about me.