The Afternoon

You became love, tear and blood,
They ended in nothing,
Life rejected and dismissed your dreams because
it didn't see a purpose in your self.

The summer seeps into your skin
and you just stop feeling the pain,
and all aspirations for happiness,
You just want it to be an intercity train,
running on the hot tracks ,
carrying your blank mind and empty heart,
thought it not really is a step short to salvation.

Flow and float,
don't resent or struggle,
The saint had said, may be you have reached close,
You reflect, your inside barren of all seeds,
Time becomes your applecart,
carrying you on a lonely road, it's speed moderate,
Shall you reach a bifurcation?
You wonder,
where you will see things moving on a different plane?
The loo that enters your body, the oppressive heat,
also speaks nothing.