Captivated Thoughts

[Those thoughts

Fell into a loop, can never be broken through

Those thoughts turned into whims and whims

Then moved to a rather graver thoughtful zone

And paused there a while

At an illusive point

A point where everything is possible and everything

Happens and really happened until there was nothing

Left to happen anymore …… ]

(Partial of the Poem)

© Tale of the Evenings

What if ……

Life is a game of dices then,

All you can do is to roll it out on to the board
And wait to see ... what might come up
Like your morrows, …………….......……. life

Yet remains a mystery .......

(Partial of the poem)

© Tale of the Evenings