Why is every smile the prelude to abysmal agony ?
Why does the heart not learn lessons even from chicanery ?
Why does intrepid faith fall prey to cannibalistic acrimony ?
Why is candidness reciprocated with vindictive hegemony ?
Why does love knock when its never going to wait till you answer ?
Why does hatred fail to purge the blasphemy of the heart's sinner ?
Why do i cry when i know my tears are innocuous for the perpetrator ?
Why do i forgive and still immolate in the conglagration more than the confessor ?
Why do i fail to see through ostentation and bestiality ?
Why does the warp of gloom strangulate the infancy of felicity ?
Why does the mind wander into the realms of estranged territory ?
Why do i fail to recognize the paws of melancholy serenading as ecstasy ?
Infinite questions, umpteen whys, eternal pursuit, persistent tears,
I feel so vulnerable, so petrified, so vacuous, inebriated by my overwhelming fears.
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Loved It. Every "Why" is like a deep introspection. Self asking questions to Self...
Thank you....this poem was truly composed when i was in an introspective phase...u gauged its essence pretty accurately...
so what came out of your introspection :p
lolzzz.... this poem came out of my introspection, Hiren :P
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