but
the life goes on
eclipsed
eclipsed with notions of nothingness
and paralysed hope
entombed in an hyperbola of fallacy
so
the time,
the time
it did not freeze
into abeyance
i heard it flow
in my heartbeats
with a leisurely pace of vengeance
rendered with some kind reassuring words
words of being alive
being alive without life
but i am not dead
and i am not a zombie
i breath, i smile , i sing
and i give birth
birth to some absurd poetry
my senses
tenacious senses
often jibe at me with stale humour
and i laugh
at myself
at myself because
someone told me not to cry over spilled milk
spilled milk
which curdled into my soul
as fast as pain can clot into a haemorrhage
and impregnated my veins
impregnated my veins with a murky belief
"This too shall pass."
and years
and years have passed.
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