Returning feelings

This life..

everytime i move forward
away from all those beasts
those haunting memories
those utter lies
I walk, walk away
I run, run away
But, every time I return to the same gates of hell
where all sufferings dwell
Nothing permanent,
ephemeral we all are
the bright eyes of a distant star
twinkling lights in a glass jar
happiness caught behind bars
all truth gets mar
seeking peace in a war
all boundaries get blur
pressure rising in my brain
where do i get my thoughts slain?



-Rashmi