In the dearth of true emotions and the ocean of distrust, life sinks and floats time to time.
The misleading expressions, the fraudulent warmth, an unnoticed caressing arm and the heart pricks tend the heart to go vagabond, toddling around seeking something which is no more to be found.
And life moves on, following some indefinite progression.
The face no more wears a smile as it used to at the age of tenderness,
A quivering soul dwells within a rigid mind.
The strata of memories when seldom stirred, gives a feeling so queer.
Childhood chuckles fill the air and the aroma of the past floods in.
Suddenly, an urge develops to sail through the lost days.
But the prickle of reality hurts and curbs the memories unleashed.
In the tussle of the mind’s rebound and the bleak reality, the heart dies every time, still toddling around as a vagabond seeking something which is never to be found.