i still think about it
even though i had made up my mind
a thousand times over.
still undecided, still afraid;
have i lost everything ?
what i have gained 'just an illusion' ?
from the depth of my soul
the voice - silent whisper rather;
has almost stopped calling again.
downed may be or silenced,
by the loud cries of the world
or the brou ha ha of my head
they all look the same:
zombies, active morons or just humans
what is that i am doing here?
a cog in the wheel of time,
forced to run without stop,
without complaint, without thought.
who is in charge of all this,
who runs this tragic show?
why can't we see ahead?
why can't we turn back?
do we direct all the moves
or just act out the lines of this play?
why are we always running
is something to be gained and not lost
what is that we are waiting for
someone who is different yet understands us,
someone who empathises but does not suffer,
someone - a man or a god ?
Hi Dear,
ReplyDeleteKeep writing these cool poems and write ups so that you can always concentrate on what you are doing.You can understand what i mean.You writings are so touchy that I just love them.
No words to describe them -- Simply FANTABULOUS
thanks for the kind words
ReplyDeleteShakespeare did talk of the world being a stage n we mere players!
ReplyDeletewe acquire a mask n it works fine for us...
a thought provoking piece...
Good Work Like always :)
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