Breakdown

The sound shatters the wall of silence,
Dawn adds gleam to night. 
Wondering how ironical it is, 
Not knowing what is about to happen next and we plan our lives.
Chaos that mind goes through, is not new and there is nothing to hide,
standing by the door wondering about the deep sky, 
just wait and stare far at the horizon so wide. 
Isn't it all a mere illusion, 
you and I?
Mirage as we know, the dream for open eyes.
I decieve and smile through,
that is is the trait of conceit.
As a human, this role I have taken upon me,
Because I got gifted with a fragile machine called mind.
I have broken it and learnt,
Only to fulfill, the things I like.
Less to care about those around, 
Exploit what comes my way.
Failed at time to sync, 
What I mean and what I say.
Deep is the construct, as I 
delve and derive
Ever seen the wreakage, 
Worth a million when you find what lies at its heart.
Valued when intact but treasured in fragments.
Dead roots and cripled system is what we conspired for those who follow.
Such a shame it is dark, dirty and hollow.

Comments

  1. karthik Natarajan iyer4 January 2021 at 11:51

    Resonates well with the current global situation “Lockdown”

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    1. Bhawna4 January 2021 at 20:31

      Indeed.. it is not easy for most people around. Not over yet.

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