Aware - a poem
Everyone is aware and yet all are drugged
A substantial expenditure on weekend
In alcohol of illusion, falsity and lies.
There are simple disinterests I possess
Can I not travel near and far anytime?
I am just twenty-five.
It has happened quite some time
That conversations meant to continue
Never happened again due to death.
The desires in me rest deep
For they know they die young.
All the excitement behind new beginnings
New city, new car, new house, new love
Are farces known to fade soon.
There is no chance to move to a city far
To friends and relatives who don’t inspire.
Those who find beer more affordable
Than books and discussions available.
I am a lover of God
And all performances of his music
The tranquil sky, the chaste weather,
Everything that might not feed me.
But I have my home
And the chance to serve my parents
While they still live
And not mourn over lost times
For times never come back;
There will be pictures with an empty space later
Comprised with guilt and the inability
To return all the love invested.
I apologize for my backwardness but I am
Not ambitious enough to be capable
Of building new homes
While the one made by my father falls down.
But it's not all about just the home I live in
The Universe as a whole is the larger home
Stars and cosmos the roof I live under
Clouds are the bed I sleep on
Astral traveling - my only ride.
Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteIncredible ❤
ReplyDeleteGreat ,100% relatable what going on in my life .But tick by tick I successfully have started to remove all pit holes from my life...
ReplyDeleteThanks for this insightful poem @bismaymohanty