Metaphor of Time



I sold my soul to the devil
For a couple of grams
Of happiness
Of a couple of delusive days

I sold it to him; the devil
For my unitary moment of hallucination
I, with a world within
I, a world without

I sold my soul to devil,
I was promised, it was a paradise,
Indeed it was up to then,
Time is a thief. Time you old gypsy man

One morning I woke up,
Time was late,
The world I live in was
The flipside of what it should have been

Now that I sit by writing
A metaphor of time,
How I prayed the hallucinations
Were chaotic the first time



© Abinash Parajuli

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