BLANK FACES

Time asked me
a lot at the corners of exuberance
i somehow
gathered a sense of lot

what i left
still stirs my soul
out of ocean of thoughts
with a stream
of nanonic relevance

while i struggle my way
to make a sense out it

leave the rest
with itself

i wonder
if i have to laugh
or
remain calm

at the corners
i encounter
by default

source: shipra.v