Self Talk Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Yawning through now
yearning about the return
of halcyon yore.
unyielding even when
the crumbling now is
bringing only crumbs.

Thats the only way
known to man to be
out of the woods that lies
hidden in the passages of life.
Lose in the woods benignly
and no traces will be left.

But moving on matters
to oneself only and it
starts and ends with the
unyielding desire to
emerge out of anonymity
and urge to mark oneself.

Let there be a splurge
of that urge to remain in
contention day in and out.
And that self goading
shall be the only God.
In the quest for pertinence.