Running Out of Life

Higher priced fuel
Lower priced life
Lusts of all types
People of all tribes

Unloving this loving life
Feeling again that nameless hollow strife
Going through that grief phase
Losing sanity, losing your caring gaze

Running out of time
Running out of life

Bored of being me
Tired of not being myself
That futile quest to find you
Running from thoughts of you

Growing shadows on the mind
Darkening skies carry a sign
Noisy whispers of ghosts I meet
Weakening zeal to stand on feet

Running out of time
Running out of life

All my heart’s secrets I would have shared
Would have hold you tight if I just knew that
Tide is turning against me
Time is running out

I ran so much to save us time
To make you mine, to make you mine
You still running and I lag behind though I fought
I wish I could accompany, if I was not

Running out of time
Running out of life

What’s with all this talk of ‘I’ and ‘me’?
So selfish… how could I be?
This ‘I’ was all the center of ‘me’
Whirling around it I am so rapidly

Oh that piano; caressing your fingers so gently
The keys of my heart being moved so softly
That young fresh love and its musical echo,
That echo which now tells a prophecy

Running out of time
Running out of life

Dear cousin, used to be a mentor to me
Everyone’s darling you happened to be
I see you flying; flying so peacefully,
From the 2nd floor of library, locked mistakenly

Your little son crying, your wife shouting
I’m just tight-lipped, frozen, and she’s asking
Time is money; Money being paper money
But why such a hurry honey? What’s in a hurry?

Running out of time
Running out of life

Tired of my cowardice
At a lost war with my own malice
All this hate and that despise
My detachment is disguise?

Trembling plans like dust or sand
Broken vows and shattered dreams so grand
Can’t flex enough to fit in
Can’t live my way either; so I exclaim

Running out of time
Running out of life

A cry for help it might be
But call it my never-ending envy
Over my grave, your lovely palace happens to be
I buried alive, scream out loud last time to thee

Shedding it off, shedding it all off
Disowning everything I owned, everything I vowed
With a heavy heart I say goodbye,
Writing my epitaph, I walk out and away

Running out of time
Running out of life

After word: The poem is dedicated to my cousin who passed away few years back.

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