Riding the train home,
putting back my headphone,
feeling hollow inside,
I think back—what is life?
Does it mean to only exist?
Or there is some twist?
They say it's all biology—
but could there be philosophy?
Aren't we just mere creatures?
"No," the silent night whispers.
Who am I? Why am I here?
At the starless sky, I stare.
Am I all cells and genes?
Or something with feels and needs?
A living pole, or an old soul—
and if so, what is my role?
Waking up, toiling around,
sitting down, I only frown.
The fire of my passion doused,
my wandering thoughts seek a house.
Getting down, I trudge the stairs,
stumbling forward, missing steps.
My eyes meet an uncanny sight—
a pair of eyes, looking so right.
A ball of fur, coated in gold,
stares at me with eyes so bold.
A bark so eager, a run so fast—
the heavy air ignites at last.
Down I bend, I catch the dog—
already attached, I am shocked.
Did I just find a long-lost friend?
It's an assault to my tear gland.
Lonely before, now I feel whole,
my broken pieces start to console.
Oh, I feel ecstatic—
I realize, life is magic.
Such a peculiar meeting,
yet so deeply contending.
Once bound to nihilism,
I now splurge on optimism.
We humans can feel so lost,
intent of life is questioned by most.
Focused on reading between the lines,
instead—let's wait for our stars to align.
Why not have faith in the divine?
Care is what mould lives.
To cherish what I found today,
I built a home for the stray.
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From my Heart's Attic
Poetry'From my Heart's Attic' is an ad-lib, a collection of poems. This book was born from the whispers of my heart. Each poem carries pieces of love, guilt, healing, and hope. From my attic of thoughts to your hands; I hope you find a part of yourself h...
