How many names I have

How many names I have

How many identities I have been

Time flows, memory flies

The lap, the clothes, the coziness 

Away gone away

Scorching heat pours

Dried the moist, the colours, the freshness 

The believed world gradually turned faithless

Once the hand caught your finger 

 

Heart felt warmth Mind was critical 

Both light and dark side by side 

wait and walk

With joy and fear

One got trophy 

Other left the stage ever

 

Broken Dream, broken relationships

Broken experiences, broken breathe 

Long sighs,

Live long in our make believe cloister 

Would you suggest to quit

Or I choose it?

Tides are hungry 

Sailor shook negatively 

Clouds get stake over black 

Black black black 

Shoot patches around the neck

Is it possible to have another take?

 

"Is there another beginning ?"