Beyond the piqued curiosity of my clueless mind,
About a fate mantled with remarkable obscurity,
About a fate mantled with remarkable obscurity,
I ponder over the life I will leave behind,
A life vibrant with comfort and security.
A life vibrant with comfort and security.
Possibly a concomitant of simply growing up,
Or a bizarre manifestation of a quarter life crisis,
The heart longs to hold on to a time that is up,
To the departing fleet of memories, now devoid of surprises.
Marriages, employments and beginnings, are all over the place,
Some are even working, towards advancement of human race,
Amid all these developments, I live with a lackadaisical mind,
Such is the vexatious essence, of this prosaic transition phase.
It's a gruelling journey, this transition I must say,
The heart is in the past, and the mind is disarrayed,
But I strive and I strive for progression,
So I must acknowledge the course of change,
Accede to the defunct relationships,
And the friendships that lie hackneyed.
Such a wonderful journey, this journey we call life,
Brimming with possibilities, spirited beginnings in time,
And so I accept this change and have learnt all this while,
That only "nothing lasts forever" will last forever as divine.
Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant work! Keep writing Abhi :)
ReplyDeleteThanks nitant :)
DeleteWell written Abhishek :)
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteI suppose the poem isn't for mere mortals but for people who hold a masters in English.
ReplyDeleteSo you mean people who have a masters in english are immortals ?
DeleteMy opinion, my choice
DeleteFair enough
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ReplyDeleteQuite a proxilious write-up
ReplyDeleteThanks Hemant. I think the word you were going for was prolixious :)
DeleteYup auto correct problems
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