Just Let It Go

This is the time to release the dust,

Accumulated from the past debris,

Of my bad dreams and shattered ambitions;

I want to let it go and see it fly

In the air;

I finally want to say, get lost, my stalker-in-chief!

But I think with the hindsight, whether

The day will come, when

There will be only myriad atoms of air,

Inside the closed cusp of my tender

Palms; when there will be no vestiges of

Dirty dirt encapsulating the human beings

Around; I ask myself repeatedly,

Would the final day ever come?

Why can’t we store the sunshine

In place of dirt, I often ask myself;

But I know from my experience,

That the dirt is easier to pick,

Than the specks of sunshine;

Time is fleeting like sand particles,

And I am stuck

In the groove of my own making.