INTOLERANT SOUL

i see my horizon
shading at the eve hrs
morning is too sick

i gather
as clock ticks further

sit quite
at my horizon

why and how
i get a black hole
to negotiate
at the other moment

at my teens
i wondered
and the spirit remains
but hows and whys
it has got into my psyche

i know the flip side
and exuses abound
to come off
as if
a new moment has come

start of starts
some times i feel
my horizon galvanising

but where is my niche
i ask
i negotiate
at every other moment

is it so
i accept
and forget
to have another chance

i see
my horizon
at the other end
of my thoughts