Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, to fix the wrongs and make the mistakes undone.
The hassled lives, the puzzled questions,
The confused minds, the sparks now defused …once that used to elevate life.
Nothing new to uncover or lose , the memories that cuts through like the edges of a blunt knife.
But why does this melancholy scene keeps rolling on life’s big screen persistently without fail , time and again.
Is it because we never say the right words or rather never say it at all or maybe because we cannot differentiate between some lousy anger and the real cause of this giant odious pain.