Is there something wrong within?
Or the whole world is conspiring.
Demented souls with forked tongues,
Slitters their way around my sanity.
I forgive them.
Am I a solitary traveler or an abandoned outcast?
Difficult to comprehend,
When memories too become capricious.
I don’t maintain a diary anymore.
In fact I have stopped planning my life altogether,
I live it, for just one day, every day.
I no longer carry any baggage of expectations,
They hurt, repeatedly.
They say, these are signs of depression,
But I believe it’s the only road to salvation.
© Anurag Talukdar
Carrying no longer baggage of expectations is amazing on realization. Way to salvation signifies life with reality. Amazing sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous poem, Anurag. That is how I live as well