Pensions from past,
are tensions of present.
Uncertainty of future,
haunts my sense.
Lowly is the crowd,
and lower is the cater.
Am I a Demon resurrection,
or seriously a God's incarnation.
Why I feel so hard to kneel,
my passions hold alleviated appeal.
Am I a fiction,
a fragment of someone's creation.
Hard it is to live,
with so many answers to give.
Yet i strive,
speeding my drive.
May the world be in mayhem,
may dragons attack and cram.
Let the worst of the worst,
fall on this wretched earth.
For i don't know, I am who?
& for that whom do I sue.
are tensions of present.
Uncertainty of future,
haunts my sense.
Lowly is the crowd,
and lower is the cater.
Am I a Demon resurrection,
or seriously a God's incarnation.
Why I feel so hard to kneel,
my passions hold alleviated appeal.
Am I a fiction,
a fragment of someone's creation.
Hard it is to live,
with so many answers to give.
Yet i strive,
speeding my drive.
May the world be in mayhem,
may dragons attack and cram.
Let the worst of the worst,
fall on this wretched earth.
For i don't know, I am who?
& for that whom do I sue.
6 comments:
A rare writing of varun that I didn't get.
loved it!...really innovative!...the bottomline is basic and obvious..but the fragments are really innovative!
Awosome man
*Scratches head*
OK...It was good...The theme of the poem was a bit...errr...weird maybe...but then...The poetic Varun was brilliant as always :P
I second Suki :/
Correct use of literary words. Nice. :)
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