déjà vu

In the shadows of stillness
Where time freezes
And bounds me
To tread on a trackless road
Weaved with wonders.
I seek no solace,
Share to no one
The strong infusion 
Of our soft love
Or the stories of suffering
That follows it.
That is only ours forever.
Amidst the scorching heat
Stranded with your favourite flowers,
Moving mindlessly and
Etching every alley along the way
With verses devoted to you.
Until the flowers wilted
And my pen
Ran out of ink.
Then I had to call it a day.
Finding myself again
At the edge of a circle
Whose centre is you

Summit Hasan is only rotating around and not reaching the centre thanks to centripetal force. Join him in prayers that some supernatural force is discovered that offers a one-way ticket to the centre.