Space , Time and You .

Some years that I know you fine ,
Some years that are spent along ,
Looking in the shadows of time ,
It seems another year is just tomorrow .

There is a large space in my life for you ,
Larger than anything I ever knew
There is a little space of me in your life
Shrinking forever yet surviving in one lonely corner.

These spaces doesn't

interact nor they ever will
One is growing out , one is shrinking within
Mine is independent of anything you do ,
Its free from your remembrance , its free from your neglect.

I carry it in my heart with a tingling pain embed
Sometimes I think to kill it but I am too scared to be dead.
Little moments of smiles comes and goes in between
Then the lips get sealed and thoughts choke themselves for words.

Road to Mid-life

In the middle aged road in the middle of the day ,
Sun baking hard , making up for the rain last night
I stand alone scratching my sweaty palms
Perturbed by the fact that this itch never goes away.

Three decades and some cycles of seasons ,past me in breeze ,
But If I am asked to recall the moments, it’s forgettable bunch indeed .
There are little things to treasure , but lot more to reflect
What could have been and what it’s not , but it’s the why that reign supreme.

Born with ticks on all boxes , a name to carry and more
region , caste , religion , country it took decades to drain them all .
life spent stripping myself , I am now tired and exposed ,
drifted in some unknown realm , Guess my life has run its course.

Naked are my thoughts and naked are all the meanings
Though neither liberated nor ashamed ,
It’s the bare walk on a rocky broken road ,
With few grassy wet patches in between .

Found little but lost much more I feared I’ll lose it all
But then as I plunged I found a hand to let me stay afloat.
It never stayed long But it  did help me  find my feet ,
That  little itch in my sweaty palms , is it that hand I long to reach ?

I started moving on that road or that road is moving with me ,
Middle aged with roughed up edges I think we get along .
Drifting away on that little bend you might lose my sight ,
I’ll drag along whatever comes , still some battles left to fight.