Monody

Once upon a time there was a boy who use to run behind everything calm and quiescence; urging darkness, wave-less lakes, uninhabited woods and wordless expressions. He has a beautiful world with no words. Meaningless was more striking; meaningful was mortifying. He used to spend all day doing nothing; lastingness was just his smile which gets unfold with each passage of time. No waiting; No assumptions; such an unoccupied mind; consumed within; no space for terrestrial.

I am a man now; who sits behind everything shallow and crude, fearing darkness; wave-less lake agitate; any expression leads to embarrassment. No time left to do nothing;