At times..

At times I talk to myself

With interpretation of the past                                                    

Only to ache the body beyond my normal self

And confine my heart like arms under cast.



At times the lost gets found

And the”found” gets lost

Only to get my mind drowned

Into the sea of memories devoid of frost



At times I act like a chatterbox

Yet mandatory words remain unsaid

To each passing moment I try to outfox

Only to find myself into the thoughts misled



At times I cherish the moments of bliss

Amongst the hardship of sprint

Only to plonk myself into abyss

With the future of a concealed imprint



At times I set to rationalize my candid heart

And wrestle with the crooked belief

Only to see my optimistic start

Crash into scattered pieces of grief!!