I Feel So Old

I feel so rustic, The world being in such a haste Than my normal pace of existence. As sparks of thoughts form in my brain, The time takes a giant leap, And reflects on my novel thoughts Calling it gibberish before it is born. Each time I inhale, The air I take is already putrefying With the ills and wills of past, And when I finally exhale, My body is cleansed From the suppressed past. As my heart completes a single beat, I see the world no more surviving with emotions, And I feel like an entity, with a bag full of feelings, That have lost its legitimacy, its significance. Where is this time going? My worn-out mind always wonder, My old heart always sympathise, My crumbling soul laments, Everything changes so fast, The land, the sky, the air, Losing its appeal, its uniqueness, As if it is chasing something, Something much vital than time, Something too luxurious, That the world have chosen to cease Making moments, creating memories, Living, experiencing, appreciating, And relishing the God-given life. K.S.Lakshmi