Well ,

All was well
Until now
Things changed
I don’t know how.

I stare now at a bare wall
Alone in this glum room
With nothing but a few resilient memories
And a few verses that I remember.

Music was quite a friend
I often conversed with myself, drenched in the melody
But every now and then when the music stopped
My heart sobbed
And wandered like a balloon undone
Alone in the winter cold

There is nothing else to do
But runaway to places anew
I know I must do away with time
Singing my favourite rhyme.
-Anirudh Shankaran.

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