One Too Many Times

By Manish Singh A

I’ve broke in one too many times,

Shattered the glass and cracked the tiles,

Just to rewind, pause, play and smile

At the moments that I wanted to live twice. 

To feel the lost caress on my forehead, 

To live with the ones who are now dead,

To grab hold of a slow-drifting hand,

And pull it to the greener side of the land.

My sleep gives these ripples through dreams,

That’s when I pray for the alarm not to scream, 

That’s when I don’t want the visions to last;

I’m a burglar breaking into my own past. 

I must know that I can’t change things, 

Or reverse the outcomes, feelings and endings,

That it’s just a familiar movie with a familiar cast; 

I’m just a burglar breaking into my own past. 

By Manish Singh A