I pulled out my inner self,
To talk about 'whys',
The 'whys' I have picked up,
From my mundane life.
So many 'whys',
I wonder why.
To resolve some such 'whys',
I looked at inner self for some replies.
WHY? Oh! Why are there chasms
That keep pulling me in?
Why can't I get over the 'whys' and secure a win?
Why are there questions hanging in the air?
Why do I have to answer their stares?
Why is there so much indifference?
Why don't they spare me a glance?
Why am I being hounded by these 'whys'?
Why don't I get rid of their sighs?
My inner self stayed stoic, unforthcoming.
And why not,
It is but another part of myself.
Those 'whys' are for me to delve,
And so, I wind around,
To the glaring 'whys' that surround.
To you, I will not bow,
Drown me in your swell,
I will not allow.
To your entity,
No more my fate will tie,
All you 'whys'....... GOODBYE
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
