The world moves on,

It moves around you.

In this exact moment of time

I feel estranged, dislocated, independent

and empty.

Like a pebble in the midst of a stream

a lost bolt in the world’s clock work

In this exact moment of time

my list of life’s mysteries is turning tables

What am I doing here?

What is this place?

Why? What? Where? When?

a zombie,a walking dead

striped of hope and expectation

In this exact moment of time

It has happened again !

Chaotic Hallucinations.

I wonder what purpose do I stand for?

Don’t you ever? yes you?!

The never ending loop.

“I must get out of this.”

In this exact moment of time

I find myself giving probability to the improbable.

As the never ending loop is “never” ending

especially when “you are” the loop

In this exact moment of time

I feel a lapse of time

utterly invaluable and entirely unique,

passing through me and coming to an end.

In this exact moment of time

I see it is starting all over again

the world is moving on and

I am moving with it