• pratikbrahma 5w

    Moving Pictures

    The picture transitions,
    I stare into the abyss,
    It, stares back at me.

    The murmurs reverberate,
    I look into my lateral eyes,
    Filled with youth,
    Burdened and Astray.

    Life flashes before,
    Cheerful, broken child,
    Troubled teenager,
    Lost man.

    I try, I try, I try,
    I want to lose it all,
    Let go, and flow in the churning river of life.

    I can't,
    Shoulders sore with hope,
    I seek, I seek, I seek.

    What wouldn't I give,
    To see my mirroring smile,
    What wouldn't I give,
    To see the naivety return.

    Lost, lost, lost,
    Hoping to find my way,
    The picture transitions,
    I stare into light.

    By- Pratik Brahma
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