THIS YEAR

Illusions of the turning days
Delayed promises
Dirty poll-tricks
Feels like nothing will ever change
Not he sighs between the hard breaths
Nor the unending crest-necks
Yet time-
A bossy;
Waits for no soul-
He struts, in oblivion
Through the sands of the earth
Unperturbed
Unchanged
Stoic,
Proud and cold
Never giving a hoot,
Of the inhabitants of the universe;
Forever chasing his shadow,
This illusion
But this year
How battle is not with the mortal man
But with him-our time here
So let’s roll the dice
Take the damn chance
Embrace the shadows
With the past never to glance
Live to the fullest
Be done with the what ifs
And the almosts
This year
Let’s churn more memories
Albeit of our past glories
Yearn for more than ordinary
In our worlds; make a difference
Our souls; shine them with countenance
In thought
And in mount
Let’s spend some more time
Getting wiser
Getting better
Lesser bitter
Marry our little infinities
Embrace the days yet lived
And make this year a yeah!!