Ever Changing Tunes
Melodies such that remind me of my past,
Of whatever done , left behind or simply lost.
Slowly getting into trance of what was deep buried,
Tunes act like a shovel , trying to dig out all those horrid memories.
In the depth of my memory , those moments still laugh back.
How do I escape ?
These thoughts in my head.
Constantly racing , running.
I cannot decide.
So,I sat there
With all the upheaval suppressed inside,
Sipped coffee and changed the soundtrack.
Written By - Isha Desai
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