A Note

Pics Credit : Sebastian Voortman

Something is dead I can smell it,

With fumes got burned and has left it,

Slowly, wiped off its own presence,

Of its own free will, chose not to survive.

Everything that moved is now dead still,

The night creeps in, unwary of any will,

It feels like a season that's gone by,

taking with it all the moods which crossed by.

What's gone is gone and gone forever

Like kites entangled atop some tower,

Crazy little world that it is,

One keeps going and the world moves outa him.