Its the point of no return.
Want to, but the path is misty and lost.
Want to go further, but shackled.
Want proximity, yet run away.
Want freedom, but love the trappings.
Know the right, but the wrong beckons.
Confused, unsure, waiting, wondering,
as life unfolds mysteriously.
Would wish it for no one,
yet everyone.
The inevitable paradox,
my only reality............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Nandiniy. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.