I have no form

I set my mind to follow some rules.

(But I fail to abide, emotions can't hide.)

I punish my soul for being a fool,

For ebbing with the tide, for shunning my pride.

***

I have needs, have circumstances

Fallen victims to preys, of societal greys.

Invited trouble, been granted second chances.

Regretted some days, things eluding my gaze.

***

I've not been that perfect man I thought to be.

I don't see the fervent reasons I used to see.

Is it maybe cause I set my mind too free?

Can I mould again this full-blown tree?

Who's gonna bring back my nonchalant Glee?

Who's gonna stop by and hear my plea?

Any point in doing all that pleases me?

To bring change in this world, or let it be?

***

I don't have answers nor I expect to have them.

I'll abide by norms, run away from storm.

This full blown tree's just waiting for a stem.

To sprout on my branches and take a form.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

During a lifetime, we all grow in many directions. What is happiness at 18 might be totally different at 50. A good deal of how we turn out in life has to do with circumstance, but a good deal also has to do with our own determination. It seems to me you have that. You seem very centered. Your words are well chosen and the rhyming is flawless. Good work. Lydi**

[Akshay Rawal]

I'll have to take your word because you're clearly more experienced to make that comparison. For me, what's good at 18 is still good at 25 :p I'm glad you liked the rhyming scheme and choice of words. I pay special attention to those. Thank you for your kind review, Lydia :)

[Eilis]

I thought of Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken when I read this first. The pull we experience to both conform to meet approval and also to be ourselves and realize the extent of our own abilities. I think the push and pull between those two aspects of life is clearly shown in your poem.

No matter how many years I live and experience, there are still things I am unable to reconcile in my mind. And in the chaos of the world we are living in today, it is very difficult to feel resigned to much because our loyalties and attentions are pulled in so many different ways. You did a great job evoking this struggle in your poem. I enjoyed reading. And I love the title of this poetry collection.

[Akshay Rawal]

I agree with your point, Eilis. The push and pull is just too much sometimes. And I'm a fan of that poem by Robert Frost, 'Two roads diverged in yellow wood and I chose the road less taken' :)

Expectations are just a part of our lives. We make new ones all the time and interestingly, the chances of us fulfilling them depends how realistically we can set them. So our success depends on how we conceive and think :p

Actually, I'm originally from Agra, India. The title, 'Agra'rian Psalms captured the rural essence, coming from a guy who came from a less urbanized place. The Taj Mahal gives a hint lol. :)

I'm glad to have you review my poem, Eilis. Thank you!!