Sometimes I think,
What I couldn’t think.
It was ridiculous,
Everything was being engineered.
Whatever it pretended to be subtle,
It turned out as a banal.
When I intruded my mind,
I saw the dark everywhere.
I closed my eyes.
Suddenly I was being disappeared,
I perplexed, at last I cried,
Help! Help!
(They say, “You are being shaped”)
How could I?
(Yes, you are)
I was appalled.
How could my identity be shaped?
If it didn’t exist any where.
I was getting lost,
Coz’ I was getting appellation.
I was beleaguered,
But I was fighting.
And I was wining, yes I was.
(They say, “It is myth.
Be what you are”)
I didn’t dare to be,
I was falling.
I struck that what seemed to
Be abysmal, just before that moment.
Help! Help!
I want to out of this bugbear.
Nobody was there,
To wake me up.
Yes I was dreaming...
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