Change

By Monica

Change is a perilous thing

It brings, snatches, toss you in the places

By the time you make sense of it

It will be the time to move on to the next scene.

Everything goes, it flows

From your hands like a rainfall

What remains is the ashes and memories

Lamenting and sniffles in the silences

Cause at one point you are told to get over it

But you can’t move even a bit.

Change is a perilous thing

It crushes you when resist it

Turns you into a demon if you accept it

You don’t ask a question, easy bait for time

It devours you slowly, bites and bites

Chew your heart out till you give up and cry

I am looking for an unanswerable answer

Each morning in the faces of my tribe

How long do I have to remain in this place

Before I get thrown into a another phase?

Change is a perilous thing

In its absence our life would be incomplete

Absurb pause, no plot

It’s not the beginning or the end

Its the journey between the two parts

You either stay on the cliff or land on the foot

Its the anxiety during the fall that kills you.

Life is same

People only see opening and closing scene

Rarely peep at the miles you run, how many times you have bleed

Going back and forth between human and fiend

Escaping from Insanity

Stopping it from becoming your reality

You go through it by the force of the nature

No gravitational pull is strong enough to stop the change.

By Monica