Strange Tension Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I have nothing to loss
I know fully well,
And yet, see me
I am in tension,
And hence, it is strange.

No space to occupy.
And yet, I am ready
To fight with the self.
Let us have a break,
The thing is serious.

With so many branches,
The dark is playing well.
And with so many pressures,
We are proceeding towards hell.

The thing is our perception,
And let me say it is not clear.

True, my poems are so prosaic,
But all skin-deep and touchy.

All penetrating my words
My silence, my light and
Even my emptiness.

It is you to think
And do as you like
Without any complain,
As no one is here
To be blamed.