Friends around me are few
In a over swarming world, seems a strange phew
Why do I have this avid desire of mingling with people?
Why can’t I just persist on my own without being feeble
Why do I look for constant motivation?
When I have no body around, with that intention
Expecting from people, makes our valued time go waste
Resulting in experiences one would never wish to taste
Only preposition, I can think of now is
Being rationale in life is an amalgamated bliss
As the famous saying goes, one has come to this world alone
And so shall one leave, apart from the tribulations you had borne
Why my loved ones can’t hear it, my heart cries aloud with its woes
For whom I have always been on my toes
Please some one observe, It is too clear on my face
However no one is around to notice, is this destiny’s another maze?
I have become too proficient in being thwarted
Presumably it was a gift for me which life crafted
Life is a long and never ending tale
With every move, it at times makes you vivid and pale
I posses, some regrets, some satisfaction and some emotion
With no further speculation, I should not infer conclusion
2 टिप्पणियां:
felt so good reading ur post dear...so expressive n so vry true....hope u wud write more often... :)
Well crafted. In solitude lies our soul, but in company lies the illusion of life. SO as to maintain this illusion, we keep revisiting our myths. Wonder we could ever separate ourselves from it, or rather do we need to be separate of it...
I, and all of us are products of our myths, we keep changing them with time, but never beyond them.
I really liked your thought process and it seems to concur a lot with my own. However, I am not gifted enough to put it together and craft a weft of words.. If you would like to you can visit mine too , nevertheless, you have done splendidly well..
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