The world is not the same once again,
its color fading once again.
Past knocks on my door,
and my soul trembles once again.
I need the covers of grey clouds,
once again I need to stand in the emptiness alone.
Though I had left the crematorium long back,
the earth takes me to the same place once again.
A place profused of things which causes my dead part to rise up,
a part which I never want to encounter again.
Not that it harms me,
perhaps just takes me down the memory lane once again,
the memories which I had buried long back..
All I can do now is hope that world will change,
that it will have its vibrant color once again.