The planets couldn't get aligned
And I cannot even open my mouth
My ears, deaf. My eyes, blind
And the wind blew towards south
Today is just a day not for me
Fight back; my heart shall suffer
Closing my senses until finally
A day comes that I do not wander
How shall I make it without sight?
It is nothing short of a miracle
How shall I know if it is right?
If I just go back inside my shell
Can you believe your five senses?
Can you trust in them blindly?
How ironic it is that a careful guess
is given by whose eyes aren't blurry?
Whereas the heart can see and feel
And the brain can make an exemption
Having faith in them is a good deal
Because regretting is not an option
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Life in Poetry
PoetryRandom poetry attempts about life. Sparks of inspiration amidst all confusion. I hope I could inspire you all with these. So if you love it, just say so. If you hate it, I love you even so. Don't be afraid to leave a comment if you have to say any...
