Blur...

As I walk through a placid moment of time,
Amidst war, joy and destruction,
Locked in moments of chaos,
Right before I start another life within my lifetime..

As they walked, they assosiated and dissosiated,
Common scenario of nature,
As they nurtured their individualistic response,
As they dwell in their poker face...

As they forget to value their happy, one dimensional limbo,
Just before they get back to the world,
Souls they love and detest,
All morph into one...

A ghost of the past isn't is just a vivid memory afterall,
Disoriented to meet the demands of the present,
Showered with the stimulus of the present,
Strives to kill and heal its battlescars...