Consign to Oblivion

I wish I could get on a rocket,

Get to the galaxy,

Open the door and float,

Float off to an unknown destination,

Forget what happiness felt like,

What funny things are,

What good memories and,

Old good times felt like,

Doing stupid things,

And regretting much later is,

Forget what laughing loudly,

And having a coy grin,

Sitted at the corner of a room,

In the middle of a crowd,

Float off to pure darkness,

To the view of no planet,

To the view of no comet,

To the point of closing my eyes,

And opening them wide,

Has no difference,

Both of the same view, 

I wish I could get amnesia,

Forget it all existed,

Forget what disappointment feels like,

What it means to be let down,

Forget what anger is,

And its end results are,

What being mad feels like,

Making bad faces,

And too much pressure in you,

Forget what a bad day is,

Forget what pain is,

Both physical and emotional,

What a heart break,

Death of close person,

And a fist punch feels like,

What jealous is,

What having a thing for a girl,

Who doesn’t know you is,

Or who has never seen you,

I wish I could dive in the sea,

The deepest part of it all,

Without the struggle of a single breathe,

Fall down slowly,

As the sunlight deems away,

To the denseness of the water,

As I forget what love fever is,

Having to look at someone,

And smile to their silence,

And laugh to their words feels like,

Having a bad day,

To the relieve of stress from her,

Going on random trips,

To twenty four hour indoors,

Detach myself from care of others,

To getting concerned of their well-being,

Wondering what they have been upto,

Forget it all,

As my body bumps down,

At the sea bed,

 I wish I could fall into a comma,

Of an unknown period,

To no valedictory,

Never feel the touch,

Touch of another human being,

Never feel the sound,

Sound of my surrounding

From nuisance,

To soothing,

From the cry of a baby in church,

To the chirp of birds,

What sweet aroma smells like,

Of tulip flowers in the garden,

To a bad stench,

Of garbage in the pit,

Wake up on an unknown day,

Oblivious and detached from all,

To the view of unknown people,

To the sight of a day light,

To the sight of an eventide,

It wouldn't hurt to share...