Ever wondered what it's like to climb at utmost terrace
A peak you have always been, A peak you could never achieve
Like a dish..Stirred and blended with spices, still served tasteless 
Hanging yourself to the parapet and leaving your body completely on the pull of gravity
Feeling it getting stretched.. being reluctant 
Yet loosing it completely today, just letting go these bones and muscles
Completely burying you on the mercy of someone you never trusted..
Just letting go today just letting go 
Sooner the circulation will be tampered the red liquid will shout in dismay and despair 
So will mind as change is completely there forbidden the keys of happiness
No doubt why we get used to this mundane lifestyle
Whisper I love you.. I love you when all we know that everything will change 
You'll blame me and I'll blame you, memories in dilemma that where we really lacked
It was so good knowing that it'll always be bad.. 
By this time the stretch has arrived
Numb as silence I don't have anything anymore to give
Neither I have anymore to derive and here in complete silence the disillusion
I'm ready to meet the dementia of bigger lies
Ready to accept my faith no more excuses to make no more complains to give
Who I was except a contract a bond a book a chapter a sentence a word or maybe an alphabet in the life i never desired.. 
Sooner i'll be burned i'll be forgotten sooner i'll be gone and someone else will arrive... 
Just letting go today just letting go
See a passersby did stop they did looked and they did peered thinking is the still shadow still alive 
Silhouette is confusing.. The door was knocked and destiny arrived

By-Kshitij Sinha
17/6/2018

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