Sitting with my diary and a pen
Meandering all this while away,
wondering where my thoughts went
they seem to be miles away.

Thinking where to start from,
thoughtless thoughts swaying thereby
carelessly thoughtful trying to be
attempting to gather, still running awhile.

Time is fleeing i feel
keeping me still like the sand
trying to match it catching my breath,
still standing there posing the same stance.

To catch something new
i am missing a few
to stand still
i am losing the balance
is the pace of time too fast for me to clamp
or am i circumventing my own stamp…..

Arduously gathering the cluster from my thoughts
making way for the sun to shine
there are days dull and gloomy
waiting again for that giggle nice and bright….

Feeling the urge,
still hopelessly failing
finding faults
yet aimlessly aiming
giving time for the sand to settle
taking a deep breath for my feelings to meddle
although silently travelling across
still smiling are my Speaking Thoughts.

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