the rythm of chaos

i keep travelling in your thought,
as winds scatter my old petals so fast

you can hear the drops of its tears
the heart tired, is now sprouting slower

when i was dried, you deserted my sight
the dragonflies of mind frighten me inside

the undercurrent sensed when we dont greet
is a shock felt as and when we meet

this ball of sorrow weighing more than myself
is moving inbetween the broken heart themselves

but, painful detachment from the people you like - helps
conquer through sacrifice, the lessons of life

god. i want my forgetfullness back
so that it can help come back on track