Life, the reason to live
where are you ? gone ?
with love of my life.
breath remains, why ?
to moan and cry.
existence, so cursed
so weak , desert dry.
Life ? Where are you ?
Eyes, the method to see
where are you ? gone ?
I am now blind,
vision remains, why ?
to search her and cry
vision, pitch black,
burning, always dry.
Life ? Where are you ?
Touch, to feel her near
Where gone you ? vanished ?
as I got banished, was her life
sensation remains, why ?
to remind of her ?
will she come back
or my hopes all wry ?
Life ? Where are you ?
3 comments:
asking question to life is like shouting at abyss,it does not answer our questions....no echo heard.but a good poem.
good poem ... but difficult for me to understand the feelings. Say ,six months ago i could have appreciated what impelled u to write this. But now , i have suffocated that part of me. Life for me is all about enjoying myself. The trick ,as i see now, is to constantly look for sources of enjoyment. So as soon as one deserts me, i focus on something else. So i dunno if i am happy, but atleast i am entertained.
Coz life, as yayaver reckons too, fucking never answers your questions.
Nice one bhaiya!
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