LIFE OF A CRIPPLED!

Want this day to end, want this time to stop,

Right here, right now wish I could get absorbed.

There’s no movement now n everything stands still,

Even the sands of time have turned into a hill.

In this desert I look for an oasis or just life,

But all I see are these pyramids standing high.

But these pyramids assure me that once there was life,

These huge pieces of stones-no- they won’t lie.

I see myself engraved in these stones somewhere,

A breath I took when even I was unaware.

I must have been put there since I dint move,

Dint budge from my shelf not even to prove,

Prove of my being and of my existence over here,

Cos the shelf was so closed and hidden from the fear.

Fear to step out, to know the world not yet known,

To find how good or bad it may be from what is known.

But guess it’s time to get over with this act of denial,

And now I guess I would be forced to face the trial.

That’s the reason I ask it to stop, to freeze, to end,

Cos it’s out in the open and there is no more pretence.

Wish to get stoned, not on a look out any more,

Or just wish to get that faith back which once got me to this shore.

Cos it’s too hard to walk now since these crutches pain too much.

And also, the life of a crippled isn’t fun as such!