Poetry

Could not hold it, put it down. 
TIME. 
The words forget you, pass by. 
You remain standing on the brink. 
Now, now, where to go? 
 
Time avenges, walks on you 
and you cannot catch the breath, 
to fill the space between life and death 
life will not move, death will not stop. 
If not ready to live, death will not look like you 
you will not look like death. 
 
World changes every thing, 
when seeing stops, listening begins 
losing threads of me, between you and me 
between me and you. 
Something grows out of the mud 
a new star. 
 
Begins from end, the ending 
of beginning. No ending, no beginning. 
Timeless, faceless, nameless 
groping in void, to catch the alphabets 
Peaks are very frightening 
Then where is the end? No end. 
This is the end.