Sometimes, sometimes
I lose myself
Somewhere far, far away
I go out to find myself
But just find black, white and grey.
I just can’t figure out
What will happen to me
But then I think of it the other way
‘Sigh’ leave it. Let it be.
I don’t know for I am confused
What’s happening to me
It’s like I’m getting diffused
With the erratic side of me
It all happens
Somewhere far, far away
Where there are no colours
But black, white and grey.
Intersting symbolism Aastha.. Well penned and constructed.. Thanks for sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wndrful poetry......I truly like it...heart touching... great job