IGNORANT SENSES

Even though i feel that i exist
I am almost shelled in a cyst

And my feelings can't escape
Being now of the solid shape

Now i'm turning like the stone
Concerned about only my own

By looking at the other's plight
It does not affect my insight

And my emotion don't unwind
Even with eyes i am like blind

Listening to groans and cries
My perception doesn't suffice

To other's weakness and fears
For i am deaf even with ears

Evil that we dislike and detest
We don't oppose and protest

Either silent, else voice meek
Though not dumb, i don't speak

As the others suffer and greive
Conscience doesn't conceive

Towards the request and appeal
Its ignorance and i don't feel

So much engrossed in own self
for world, our thoughts shelve

Selfishly we build around fences
Confining all the humane senses

TOUCH ME NOT

Touch me not, keep some distance
Pluck me not, enjoy the fragrance

For only if I remain pious and pure
You’ll enjoy the subtle eloquence

The charms exhibiting freely again
Peace knocking the soul’s entrance

Hold me not; just try to look at me
To glimpse at the eternal essence

Then creating again a divine magic
Soothing self in celestial presence

Opening doors towards happiness
The life will get its effervescence

But grab me not, resist the desire
Don’t let yearn to cross the fence

And then sweep you off your feet
Sky feeling the tap of your dance

Pleasing the hearts through eyes
Drown yourself in visual affluence

Catch me not, please let me free
Escaping away like the fragrance

Chirping with dove and skylarks
Spreading along wings to trance

Attain the height to keep glance
And thrive to mark my reference

GOING CRAZY

I’m going crazy crazy crazy
I’m getting mad mad mad

When I need to be tensed
I feel quite happy and glad

And during time to enjoy
I am grieved and I am sad

This seems really strange
And even incredibly bad

I am just lost in nowhere
Thoughts roam as nomad

Adorning a baffled state
That I wish I could unclad

I’m weary of my own self
Due to an unrelenting fad

Getting on to my nerves
Perceptions tends to tad

Nearly late for realization
Some wisdom must wad

For I feel as if I’m loosing
The little sense that I had