Life Moves On But Shell Changes..

Wrote on 29th October 2011 at around 9:30AM


Before I will die
I want to confess all the lies
I wouldn’t be no more
So take or leave my last goodbye..
With the mortuary of emotions
On a bed of Carnations
Deep down the purple droplets
where silence of ages flashback in a motion..
A man with his wet eyes
At the corner of the street
Seems like a glory of sorrow
Has become his only treat..
But gradually he moves on, head upon, carry on
And fade out through the fog of creed..
Life moves on but the shell changes
And it changes with the weight of yesterdays..

By: Amit Mohan Sharma