I wonder why
People like to see new places
I want to revisit old ones
To feel nostalgic
To feel sad
To feel neglected
I wonder why
People like to make new friends
I want to revisit my enemies
To convert them
To befriend them
To take my revenge
I wonder why
People like to move
I want to be stagnant
To feel safe
To feel composed
To feel rotten
I wonder why
People like to be loved
I want to be hated
To feel the purest of emotion
To relive myself of expectations
Just be hated
I wonder why
People like to know
I want to be ignorant
To feel bliss
To feel arrogance
Just be dumb
I wonder why
People like colours
I want to be colorless
To feel unadulterated
To feel natural
Just be invisible
I wonder why
People like to live
I want my death
To feel nothing
To feel nothing
To complete my last strand of life’s experience
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7 comments:
one of the few poems of yours which i understood :)
good one!
Good one!!
Are you planning to fulfill any of these wishes?? :-)
It wasnt meant to be understood, Vineet (as usual). But thanks for understanding it.
Vikas, eventually i will fulfill all my wishes
understood at least one set of meanings i guess!
Ashraf?
It is Almost a death wish!!
Hope you are doing well. My BIL is improving slowly but steadily. Guess I will be here for a couple of months more...
Mind blowiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.....
TOo good...
aisa laga ki some one has put my feelings into words..
How do u do it..just tell us ...how do u do it..
Too good thoughts from you.
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