On a hilly path spiralling down to eternity,
At every turn, a sudden splurge, a sudden upward jolt,
Yet never to recover, Yet nobody's fault!
Deeper, deeper, deeper down the ravine, as I travel,
blacker, blacker, blacker becomes the vacuum that consumes me....
Blurred images of a joyful past flash across my mind,
blotches of colour, against solemn black,
Green lawns, sun-bathed days,
and long legs chasing butterflies...
The present journey may be irrevocable now,
But it was a beautiful past,
only, like a piece of art, to be left untouched!
And I think,
Where has all the laughter gone?
(O, When did I lose it?)