Staring above into the lift’s mirror,
Reflecting my baldness, on the fly.
I see my middle age clearer.
I look away, I look forward.
No point in ruing over the gone by.
The lift moves further onward.
How sharp is my bae, like a shooting dart
Who can carve a place in her heart
To open your lips is to lose your tongue
She alone will speak, others must mark
Oh! how I prate in frenzied state
Let none grasp my meaning, O Lord
When someone questions why did you change
What made the attitude and nature to rain
For I get confused in the concept of query
How did I reveal what made me so fiery
Incidents and accidents whatever you call
Disturbing the mind which is now default
The trust being broken, the affect on neurons
Am not a fool who will carry on
Hesitatingly the instinct took a different turn
Was very difficult, the ecstasy getting burnt
The undefined time, the weird syndromes
Reversing the time like a palindrome.