THE STORY TRANSITORY

This may turn out absurd or childish to you but i was just on a tryout.It`s hard to get off the blocks sometimes!
A tale of stirring eyes to a motionless gaze,
of unsanctioned bonds and a wiped-off haze.
guided the chap out of his slumber,
this life was fucking his,how could he crumble?

That night was meant to be dark n hollow,
when their saga began from outside the pastry shop
he hastened his steps,cursing the shadow to follow,
beastly voices the follower made,and it seemed to hop!
No more to bear,he built some nerves and instead of scurrying,
turned and offered some pastry to him which it gleefully ate
the moments laid the foundation,there was no hurrying.

The Strange relation grew exponentially fonder,
Our hero now had more to life than failure and escape,
he sucked for that time,where he could relinquish it all
and could share some food for a whole lotta love!!

and when their hour glass went empty,
the cog wheels reverted back to that tangled state,
where they said his life decayed at an alarming rate.
They danced around him he felt ,hoping he would learn,
he never saw a reason to change,for what should he earn?
The backs at college,his unprospering health,
drink and dope,till the ATM has wealth,
these elderlies are mean,they want me to tumble,
so he felt,the life was his,how could he crumble????

That ominous day,no he could read no signs,
he was told by someone that his friend had passed away,
TNT,thunder-struck ,he felt,a life that was not mine,
withered away without i could even sway.
this life is mine,but could it crumble??
the jolt was enough,he was seeing again.
seeing that there were many reasons for him to change,
would they cherish his thoughts when he died,for pain
of those who said or unsaid, cared and hoped for him.
For a plant who also spreaded itself for other`s gain,
For the strings of hope that binded their hearts when it was grim,
For one life that was his,he could clearly see those reasons to change.

Deep into his line of thought,he moved out to see his friend`s body,
but he couldnot move an inch when he saw, there his friend was,
walking and cuddling in his legs,purring for a pastry,
the dog,Tommy was alive and barking.

Oh man,that thought was exhausting,it got me to the brink,
what was i thinking,i need a drink.
this life is mine,it can`t crumlble
i am going to sleep,
that was just some strange illusion,no reason to change!




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