Thoughts Of Fancy Poem by shushil choubey

I have been flying unaware of my destination
And looked around across the land
Never seen someone to the desire of which exists
To find someone to live for
I am hanging on hopes of dying
But living on hopes of flights of feathers
For they will not exist
Sinking all the time to greater depth
For a moment to pull myself – reassuring
And a reason to live but I see none
I had sought a reason to love
And die for the reason for which I would have lived
The thoughts of fancy
Angles and goodness of life
Meaningless wondering mind
Interwoven dreams like clumsy love
Unheard except to solitude
And then this will pass on
And then there will be none
And there I won’t be here
The child is dead and the man must die
The thoughts were just a fancy for the child
Illusion for the man
The existence on chance drifting to the end
And I wait looking for the illusion of existence
And my thoughts of fancy