Escape

On a sultry day, from the dusty road,
After toiling for long in the scorching sun,
Looking for an escape from the mundane reality,
I opened the book called my life.

I see the colors of laughter and success
The strokes of bitterness and broken hearts
Some pieces are mine, for many I am to blame.
Some pages turned, some revisited, and others torn.

Some, just let go... though long forgotten, not forgiven!


When you're lost in the ashes of time... who wants tomorrow?!!

prynka
Feb '09