In a very pensive mood. Though of writing a poem. Here is the fruit of my labour.
Screech
If life’s a rolling wheel,
And smooth be its function
Then why this screech that we encounter
On every decisive junction
Maybe I m pushing too hard,
Or maybe the wheel’s too splintered
Are excuses going to suffice?
Well, my journey is most certainly hindered.
Push as I might, some stone becomes a jerk
Pushes me to think, and rest while I ponder
But of course, thinking is wasting,
Precious time that there is,
The wheel is dysfunctional,
And all opportunities amiss,
Wistful thinking now,
I wish my life wasn’t a wheel.
Screech
If life’s a rolling wheel,
And smooth be its function
Then why this screech that we encounter
On every decisive junction
Maybe I m pushing too hard,
Or maybe the wheel’s too splintered
Are excuses going to suffice?
Well, my journey is most certainly hindered.
Push as I might, some stone becomes a jerk
Pushes me to think, and rest while I ponder
But of course, thinking is wasting,
Precious time that there is,
The wheel is dysfunctional,
And all opportunities amiss,
Wistful thinking now,
I wish my life wasn’t a wheel.
5 comments:
Ah, on one hand you ask me if loving someone is such a bad thing, and then I find you complaining about your life having had become such a wheel.
The poem is wonderful, but I don't follow your thought flow. Intriguing, to say the least.
And thanks for visiting.
Hey, I never said that lovin someone is bad. I just said that, as a thumb rule, always check your position in your love's life before making him/her, the center of your universe.
Anyways, thanks for your feedback about my poem. Well, complaining is a word that I prefer steering clear of, :-), it was more of a personal wondering , perhaps.
Thanx for reading this almost mail-like comment..nd thanx for visiting my blog too!!
Won't be long before life become a "wheel of fortune" ;)
I never knew I know such a poet in the making
thanx (dripping modesty)...
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