I am lost , somewhere ,
But am I really lost?
Every fresh morning,
When rays of sunshine fall on me,
I don't rejoice the warmth,
Rather I take it as a wrath.
Every monsoon rain,
When sprinkles its drops on me,
I don't enjoy its cold,
I behold,
To feel its cold,
But I cannot wait to repeat my habit so old,
And my feelings remain so untold.
Far away when the jingle bell jingles,
My heart says to go and mingle,
My inner soul acts so differently,
And I have to react oppositely.
This connection between heart and soul,
Is so incapable,
That it can't make me search,
The destination of my role.
My life's no more mine as a whole,
And I am even smaller,
Than a single mole.
My life so neglected,
My destiny's taken a lot,
I'm done yes I am,
I can't wait till its dawn.
The dark night of my life,
Is getting even darker,
The sun's setting,
I think its never gonna be lighter.
Things are contradictory,
At times and times are not in support with life,
It doesn't happen according to us
In our lives,
And it feels like its a civil strife.
I am lost, not in exile
But am lost in myself,
I am fighting myself,
To find myself.
This search for my originality,
Which I don't take as a causality,
Will never end till eternity,
And I'll never lose my morality.
Though life lost or not in exile,
I'll wait and
Captivate,
At some point some date.
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The moon is yet to rise
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems that speaks the ups and downs of a human life and how we should adjust sometimes in some circumstances. All our life's situations have been compared to the elements of nature and at the same time there is a great des...
