Am I you? or Are you me?
I asked, contemplated ,but saw nothing!
Just glared into the darkness of thy eyes,
Through those who have lost out to you.
I eat up life on pleasures,
I crib for greener pastures,
Mind sways, hither and thither,
Success? Failure? Neither.
Mr.X comes in the morning,
I play with words, with him till the evening,
Then darkness makes me lonely,
To question Is it you who is me?
Death, Can I be you?
For success is your birhtright.
Everyone bows to you.
So what, if in fear.
People believe you are divine,
I want no godly powers of thine,
Just make me as relentless as thee,
Death, make me thee!
2 comments:
Fantastic! Very good and it calls for more.
Let your thoughts soar above the clouds and let your thinking be unruffled by the materialistic world. More and more such words should flow...
There is dearth of literature and thought. Fill it or atelast try your best to fill it.
Never let the pen [keyboard] die....
U wanna be death?....or as ultimate as death?....dicy one da....the poem is very well chalked out....please clarify my query....:)?
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