pleasure --- delight ---- happiness---
all around celebration
and yet this haunting emptiness----
void--- incompetency ---- loneliness ---
among crowded hordes of myriad mass
why this incompetence?
this lacking glory?
this depression, demoralisation, despair----
the unknown mystical melancholy that drowns the soul---
that cannot dare raise its ugly head up again
raise it upwards!
to the highest level
to bask in the celestial aura
of Eternal, Heavenly, Blissful Ecstasy.
Today I read Vaibhav Pandey's similar poem. Why, how, when, whre are beautiful questions; they take u into ur own interiors; where lives..........HE....................Real real exploration indeed........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bravo, bravo a very beautiful and strong write and so true, ifeel the sameway and mostly ask myself these questions...thanks 10