Now and Then

I burnt them all, old letters in a wastebasket.
From them reeked the smell of sorrow,
From them there was no hope of a brighter tomorrow.
It is a mystery, how my mind dies and takes birth again...
I wonder now and then.

Trapped in birth,
The present seems like a curse,
With no past and no present to bury into.
Swinging like a pendulum, my mind travels the sands of time, never dizzy...
I wonder now and then.

Where is the full stop.
A dot that begins where all ends,
So now I set old papers on flame...
Hope may not rise, may never be mine again.
At least, my name will stay in scars and black edges.
Flutter by on an eerie night on burnt letters.
Someone will catch a piece,
Someone passing by will place wonder in me....

Someone to whom my destiny,
Is a funny tragedy,
To be remembered every now and then.