CORRECTIONS

Everything that must have been erred
Wonder if any needs any amendment
But the senses indulged in a dilemma
If the wrongs really needs corrections

Repenting and sulking upon past acts
Whether those efforts really justified
Or may the forgetful mind go carefree
Its endeavours escaping resurrections

Entangled heart as if lost into a maze
But the attempts to come out go futile
It’s as a cobweb that will not let go free
Hence be prepared with all protections

Yet emotions that bundle themselves
Forming into somewhat like pendulum
Swaying n’ stretching to extreme ends
Instantly between hatred n’ affections

And desires that aspires to be perfect
Assessing the faults and the drawbacks
Only can continuously improvise upon
But can’t get rid of all the imperfections

ENDLESS STRUGGLE

The life is what the thoughts make of it
Past, present and the future closely knit
Without any edges almost as if endless
Neither escapes thro’ corner or conduit

Borders and boundaries round as world
And no matter to where you reach out
Your steps will always make you return
It is almost impossible to find out an exit

You have to remain and you will remain
Enduring all the sorrows and the pains
For the hope and expectations stretch
Of forthcoming happiness giving an intuit

And well as of me, what should I speak
Wonder if life’s chasing or I’m following
Finding difficult to grip on my existence
But then still my survival I will not forfeit

Living up to the very last breath of mine
Until the last drop of blood drops down
And if I can’t run or walk, still will crawl
Reaching up to where this life files a writ

QUESTIONS

Questions! Thou art quite a few
Every instant there is some new

Hovering on the mind and soul
And to escape, chances are few

In form of words or expression
Looking for your opinion n’ view

Thou may be riddles n’ puzzles
Sometimes leaving just no clue

Expecting replies and answers
That may be either false or true

Question may often be the bait
Thrown so as to judge n’ review

At times reluctant to face them
But this way they’ll only accrue

And upon the load get crushed
Thus are equally hard to eschew

No use running away from them
For till eternity they will pursue

So let them just pour upon me
Totally submerging in their hue