Jumble Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

There're some sky colors,
some days and nights,
some wild breathing,
some dreams and letters.
all a jumble now.
Nothing can be separated.
No point in searching.
Lost relevance with
the setting sun.
Everything is true and false.
A crazy game with no fun
but no escape.
But people surround you
to make you feel nice
and cool.
Of course out of loneliness
you hold to be there
to take notice of.
You search for smile
and words to thank people.
You feel sorry for them
for their feeling for you.
You remain there to
become part of them.
Time keep floating
and you long to hear
it's murmur.