The end and the beginning of wars of existence
When the darkness reigns just to evanescence
I have slain my nocturnal brethren
To mourn the arrival of daylight demons.
Why do I get this transitory tranquility?
To find myself and get lost, nonchalantly
Destroying what has been destroyed
And pretending to, pretending to rejoice.
There is no joy ever found
All comprehend
Yet, survival is bound.
The void in me
Reclaims the genesis of destiny
Mocking whatever has gone far down.
When I know that all my life
I shall be incomplete, longing for strife
Then why these wars fought everyday,
And stories preached all over the night?
Dusk is the time I introspect
And all the answers I have designed.
Life, although too remorseful
But all are, and have to be
Slaves,
Enslaved by innumerable responsibilities.
Everyday battles wreck us
Yet, we have to return
Rise from our ruins
To live
And to burn.
Whatever lost
Shall come back.
Whatever comes
Shall go.
There is no reason to live life
Entwined with bliss and woe.
wow what a poem you are certainly going to be the sensation here what a great indian write salute you and your poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! Well done!