the meanings are
suffocating?
How shall I say,
the burdens are
washing away?
Should I just dance around?
Should I be weird about it?
Should I be wild about it?
the reasons are
pitty?
How shall I say,
the gazes are
narrowing?
or Would I stay the same?
Should I stick around?
Or shall I, change?
How is the empty space?
What shall the trials say?
How do the mood swings away?
keeps me wild.
How shall I be saying this,
I am broke all inside.
I have been calling for the hankering.
You claim to you know me,
but it is all that, pretending.
I am struggling inches,
to know what the revealing night is.
What shall I do?
Should I just dance around?
Should I be weird about it?
Should I be wild about it?
Would I be playing the game?
Would I just stay, the same?
Should I just stick, around?
Or shall I, change?
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
Theme of the poem: I feel the theme of the poem is my questioning mind, which is searching for answers and trying to understand how to fix my puzzle. None of the pieces seem to fit in, always some pieces are missing. Nobody feels the same.
Background: Days are not usual, and I won't be lying anymore. Days after day, nights after night, nothing feels right. The basis of the poem or the theme is about the agony and questions that lay in the mind who is perplexed and confused by the way life has turned all upside-down. It is not the feeling of sympathy for someone but it has more to do with the infinite questions that dart at you and all you can do is think about them, sitting idle. The question is whether the surroundings do not bother others or they are finding their way of coping with it, but what am I choosing? Why are my puzzle pieces missing? I can't seem to find them.
I like to remind myself that what I "know" is a tiny piece of an infinite "unknown" and it helps me keep things in perspective. There's always more "whys" or "hows" or "what does it means" to explore, but they all exist in our minds and separate us from what is and being. Should you be weird about it? Hell yea, all the best people are weird as hell. Just sing your own tune and anyone that resonates will sing along with you. In the end, authenticity is all that really matters.
Well said. I do too think this way, you know, thinking out of the box, looking into perspectives. But, at the end of the day, questions bottle up and nag the mind. It is not always about flowing, sometimes it is worth standing still and agonizing. Maybe, I am not so sure. I am still deciding. Thank you for your inspiring comment, I will surely keep it in mind.
There are so many puzzling questions which day in day out pops up in our mind when things don’t augur or turn out well as we will have expected them to .
Yes, truly. That is the scenario.
Facing isn't the trauma,
losing isn't the part.
Turmoil of events creates suffocation,
building within decomposition.
God has never made it difficult,
ease and soothing are taught to be the path,
oh boy, how shall I say,
it is not simply a thought.
Broken bridges, camouflaging truth,
it all got me shaken,
don't deny you were caught in it too.
Fidgeting discussions, armed oppositions,
taking toll all at once,
nothing seems more doubtful that living the truth.
A very reflective poem in general, that always happens to me a lot, where there are many questions and few answers, but well you have to keep going, very great writing, greetings.
Greetings to you too. Yes, we much go on but how much further is the toss. Thank you for cheering me up.
I can relate so much to this.. I felt as if this was written for me. Thanks for touching me deeply with this piece
I am sure to be happy or sad. It is a painful feeling altogether, but I am happy you can relate and I hope you get out of the puzzle soon.
I hope so too. Thanks for this