I dwell in a room

That isn’t a cuboid.

And I’ve been lingering there since

Life had become a tranquil void.

I thought I couldn’t count every star,

So I started counting the people

That passed by my window every hour.

But I was startled,

When my count of people, surpassed

My count of night-sky stars.

And I’m not surprised that now

Of all the people I counted,

And of all the people left out,

None can tell me how

My life had so become,

A tranquil void, without any doubt.

Notice, how my life had become so,

And I wasn’t born that way (No one is).

I did make friends along,

Though most turned out to be a foe

Wearing a mask of fake bliss

And none could stay as long;

As she stayed in my life.

The soft-touch of her serenity

Talked directly to my heart.

But our love couldn’t strive

In destiny’s complexity,

For death had knocked and torn her apart.

So now I traverse a tranquil trail

Pitched boldly in my room

—The room that is now my world—

A path that, like all other paths,

Will always and always

Lead every soul to disappearance.

My years are slipping like sand

Very quickly down my hand.

They say you live only once,

Was this the life I deserved?