Alone and void, but not bored
Lofty and assured, having been cajoled?
Just scraping through without a muse
And still waiting for an addiction to choose
Beginning to fly on a little imagination
And struggling with the task of expressing an expression,
I'm still fuddling with my question of existence.
Though believing, I'm as good as anyone, be a king
But aware, just like all, I'm nothing!
With no song in the air, just cool and silent breeze,
Reflecting on, over that late night cup of coffee.........
Lies and conceits of the priests and divine,
The ulterior motives of the business swine
We are all played-with, in games of emotions,
In the quest for life and paths of salvations
But I figure, life is a tragedy
And staying afloat will require humour and melody.
Sometimes I wonder if the fairy-tales were true
We would be happy and hopeful, even when we grew.
Should I crack my head on these things?
Or just keep following the instincts?
May be it's all part of a big plan
Or perhaps my questions have a small part in the plan.
But what is it that keeps me awake in the bed?
The things that I said or were left unsaid?
They say the rule is to strive for the future so bright,
Sorry, I can't accept there are any rules to life.
As this heart was slain, again and again,
Perhaps it has fallen in love with the pain.
Every facet of life turns beautiful with time,
But nothing is cardinal enough to be worth dying.
Only Juveniles want to change the world
I just attempt putting thoughts into words.
So I stab the pen deep into my chest
Fountain of emotion, as the heart bled,
Clots on paper and reveals Mandeep.
For all to see, some expressions unleashed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem