Chaired in a Park ......

You will sleepwalk me by,
and you won’t know
how misdirection gives a new flow
worlds apart, worlds collide
Behind the closed eyes,
things come and go,
in anti-clock swings
of pendulum strings
mind allows, mind refuses,
daydreamers sleep, chaired in a park
legs tire, body remains – a combination lock
and we keep falling, rolling like stones,
brothers of same rock,
end in another valley,
behind us, lingers hackneyed old battle-lores
and for those who tried to set the score,
tried to fold the butterfly wings
engraved their names as unwanted beings
and then realize,
a week in dark or few seconds watching sun;
always a choice for quick-consumed decay.

but, our twisted sense-chords
dancing with blood-n-white ribbons,
catching rose-n-skulls in their virtual playground
mousetraps, still open under feared-finger gaps
weary limbs sending, shivers down below
As minutes running fast and seconds coming slow
ohh someday, I will sleepwalk you by, and I won’t know