Anguish Poem by swatee sripada

When I slink a look in to the past

Verve of agony lugs me in to a pit of depression

I feel chocked, throttled and misty

With a fear of nothingness

I leap out in to the present.

I could not continue longer in now

I trespass in to the future with all ifs and buts

Endlessly I dream of all ambiguity

Something suddenly thrusts me up,

as if tossing me out from a black hole.

I remain as a fluid condensing, remelting, evaporating

Struggling in the vicious circle of life,

waiting for a new dawn.