In the rarity of peace

In the silence of loneliness

There lies a noise

There lies a chaos

Of the could haves

Of the what ifs

From futile imaginations

Of juvenile considerations

Spiraling into misty realms

Comparisons of reality and dreams

That sinking feeling,  And realizations

Of  How could I , and trivializations

That craving desire, and infatuation

To turn the needles back

To undo what is done

And escape the dark despair of restlessness

But Alas! And so says the righteousness

There never is a time there never is a land

Where all things right and virtues stand

That past is a ghost and future is a phobia

And there is a reason its called utopia…!