Reflections Ii Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

You understand what you do
but it is not in control
and in the ultimate analysis
you conclude that you had
botched the virtue of truth
in unrestrained noise of words
that wanted to reconcile
the part of life you lost earlier.

*
It is not a strategy to grow in isolation
of internal chamber
not a wish to pray in the corner of darkness
and disconnect the power wire that makes noise,
brings light
and communicates with the deities
you paste on the walls
that usually appear blank or…
to pull the curtain and finish
the tale midway
and you cannot call it life.
*
Somewhere, perhaps nowhere
you will continue to sing songs
of glory you dreamt of and the recognition
you structured
with the dim thought of identity still evolving and so,
without an idea you wanted a continuity
in life of dreams,
for it is good to live in simulated artifacts
even while you walk with the crowd unseen.

*
I see you struggling with the self
and trying to dig a hole to push others to the dark pitch
to sustain life.
It is a painful dilemma.

You never come out from the inner world of truth
but love to live with the world, a life of allegory
and many lies and untruths.

I watch you and yes, I understand the agony
and cannot find a solution to make you happy.

the tragedy of everyman is strange and undefined I feel
because it is good to see when you fight
fight with the self, with the world and everyone
and still speak of a tuneful life.

It is with you, and I also suffer and the world in him
cries, cries and in those cries,
it smiles and tells
it is life of peace, joy and humankind.

Sad, why do we want truth always but do not aspire
To live?