many times
i have thrown stones
at the sky,
with no answer.
the stone returns.
many times
i hold the time,
transfixed within me,
but it slips away
and swims,
in the ocean of
timelessness of time,
many times i tried
to catch my youth,
but it smiled and giggled,
and stared at me.
ran far, far away,
never to return.
many times,
i dreamt,
to build a dream house,
which broke
by the fusion of my
greying age,
many a many times
i chose the path,
where i shall not return,
but at the end of the path,
i came back
again and again.
ritty patnaik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-and-again-11/
