A LifeA Poem by Sandipan MajhiA poem on a life. The feelings comes from within. Free flow of the inner most life.A restlessness, for an emotion undone and untouched A freedom yet unreached, binds me to the irrelevance A fear craving for a disaster, imagined throughout A relief unwanted from the deepest trusts, A waste of time? Or a disgust of masochism? Or imagined days of futile frustrations? Quietness or a depth of solitude or a dreaded lust Seemed to play the symphonies of passions Lived it like a dog, of chances never to be returned And now I thrive on the defeated times, alone in a mutiny within Excitements of slight music, progressed with the beats of dizziness Yet awake, waiting for the rhythms of madness For the lost, or maybe unknown, or a bit clarity Randomness, of the staggering outbursts, Yet none to hear, none to feel A solitude, but with touches and fragrances Of a passion unearthed, yet to be manifested A passion for madness indeed, with no consequence Not of a repute, but of a satisfaction, A source of mysterious peace, a gain indeed © 2014 Sandipan MajhiAuthor's Note
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