Endless Thoughts
The endless paces of the dark,
come too close, to camouflage.
What is there which bewilders the soul,
in the darkness, thoughts come to disclose?
What are the mere thoughts that block your vision?
Too much intertwined or too revisioned?
Which of the doors will crumble and fall,
and where to stand in that all?
Acoustic strings, tingle at the back,
when did this sensation of desperation began?
The sounds covering my ears,
are they melodies of fears?
What shall the darkness merge me into,
if I am withstanding all that is to?
If calming of the waves is all that I have got,
if the warming of the seas are all that I have,
shall I persist in being me
or shall I perish within me?
The endless bounties are recorded as treasures,
I am crumbling more than ever,
Who is there to take my shadow,
support it passionately without ado?
Who is there to tickle and caresses,
if all single of them is hiding behind.
The endless cycle one day will cease my existence,
till then I oath to struggle for my recognition.
Ending in dilemma,
Astounding the souls,
Begging for the light,
But actions withhold.
None will caresses,
None will tickle,
Bolder, I survive,
Teaching the wrecked.
The endless paces of the dark,
come too close, to camouflage.
What is there which bewilders the soul?
In the darkness, thoughts come to disclose!
The endless cycle one day will cease my existence,
till then, I oath to struggle for my recognition.
The End!
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
Theme of the poem: Reverberating thoughts of the societal pressure which is not recognized while making innocents sacrifice unrecognized.