When your dreams gets perished, And you know, Walking aimlessly in midst of crowd, Even can't be excused. You know, you! Deserted.   You seek for peace. Won’t cease the conflict, Wandering brain of your dreams, Odd yet rambling, You yell! "Halt lord! I am going insane Am I an evil? To forbid prayers for thy humanity What sin I castigate?"   Shadows hallowed, Intimates befoul, Betrayed by your best, And yes, You realize, Dement thus absurd, Hope to seek for vengeance, Conforms, You! Not alone.   Time shifts sometimes, Time dilates sometimes, Your choice is the ease, And the road just a maze, Beholds you. Amidst of the peace, Isolation your Lucretia, And the world goes on, On and on, Swings you up, Swings you down, Stunning over your start, You seldom wanna give up. And you know you've gotten pendulum, Constantly patrolling for your mean position.

About Author:

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared in Blue Marble Review. His poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali Poems can be found at arjundahal.blogspot.com.