Conversations with Self

Atop a hundred storey staircase

gazing down upon the world

Wondering, will the grass be ever greener at the other end

Thereafter I realize falling down rings of smoke

each passing floor makes me more weary

each one making me re-live one of my past years

My life flashes in front of me

I hit the floor, the rock bottom

I can see my crushed body below me

As my spirit rises up again,

rising each floor, one at a time

my past memories are erased with each floor

Finally I reach my destination

The hundredth floor, only to see my pale body fading away

Lone I remember now,

is wondering, “Will the grass ever be greener”!!