Poem 5 Poem by Satyabrata Barik

Everyday I think this time I'm seeing you last,
From tomorrow, I'll avoid you, bid our memories goodbye,
But tomorrow's elusive, merging seamlessly into today,
And once more, you're the dawn of my fleeting hours.

I chase after moments, eager for another glimpse,
Yet why, oh why, does change elude my grasp?
Why does your essence linger, refusing to fade?
Madness grips me tight, ensnared in your sway.

Once ensnared by another, now trapped by you,
A prisoner to the relentless pull of your presence.
What unseen force binds me to this perpetual torment?
Am I but a specter, lost in this whirlwind of existence?