When the tears become beads
And beads become a fancy
A fancy which once was
And persists but now it's unwanted.
When the necklace of memories melts
And it slips through the fingers like water
A blurred vision cages me
And a blurred reality blurs my vision.
When everything distorts in my mind
And I become an alien in my own memories
Another fancy takes birth and I am caressed
I am caressed for another distortion,
For other disruption
When it all happens
A wave carries me
I become heaviest
I become lightest
I become nothing
I become everything
I become prisoner in my own mind
When the tears become beads
And beads become fancy
I experience a fall,
a fall on the highest of peaks.
~Divyanshu Sharma