Blinded,
Submerged in a sea sans surface or bed,
He lashes his limbs about in vain,
Living life between pangs of desire and pain,
Sometimes balanced, sometimes sinking,
Fidgeting about without thinking,
At times seizing onto a hold,
That he values as gold,
Afraid to let go,
In fear of the unknown -
Clueless and confused, he moves,
Unsure if forward or in reverse,
In this way he lives his life,
Sploshing through the mess,
Yet putting on a show of calm,
A pageant for the blind,
He hides behind the mask of reason,
Yet tormented by absurd fears,
He spends his day fighting friend and foe,
And nights fearing all who come and go,
Unaware he spends his days,
Like there are countless more to come,
Thinking not for a second that he's racing to his doom,
But perhaps death is a gift for his puny soul,
A relief from this pointless rush,
A sleep he needs for his mind to quell,
A peaceful grave to dwell.
Written at 2:08am on 14.10.2016 at C504, H13, IIT Bombay
Submerged in a sea sans surface or bed,
He lashes his limbs about in vain,
Living life between pangs of desire and pain,
Sometimes balanced, sometimes sinking,
Fidgeting about without thinking,
At times seizing onto a hold,
That he values as gold,
Afraid to let go,
In fear of the unknown -
Clueless and confused, he moves,
Unsure if forward or in reverse,
In this way he lives his life,
Sploshing through the mess,
Yet putting on a show of calm,
A pageant for the blind,
He hides behind the mask of reason,
Yet tormented by absurd fears,
He spends his day fighting friend and foe,
And nights fearing all who come and go,
Unaware he spends his days,
Like there are countless more to come,
Thinking not for a second that he's racing to his doom,
But perhaps death is a gift for his puny soul,
A relief from this pointless rush,
A sleep he needs for his mind to quell,
A peaceful grave to dwell.
Written at 2:08am on 14.10.2016 at C504, H13, IIT Bombay
It is so profound and deep Raam. Very well expressed.
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