DIVINE MUSIC
Half-a-life,
Muttering in the middle of sleep,
Reading a book,
That is always half-read,
Wanting to be a perfect novella,
But life is sometimes too salty, too sugary, and too tangy,
Alas! Just writing for the sake of writing it,
Nothing is too much,
Or matches with hyperbole,
Everything is moderate,
But moderate living is not alluring,
Alluring is unachievable,
Dream chases silhouette,
Again, gnomic desire,
Bringing an eerie feeling in all,
Or feeling of unfulfillment,
Just to make it alluring,
Life is neither half, nor full,
But a music of divinity,
A sense, a feeling of fulfilment,
Just like a morning ablution,
Doing everyday, unaware of it,
As necessary as dew on grass.
So powerful! So evocative!
ReplyDeleteGreat thoughts from a young mind
ReplyDeleteWhat a profound and beautiful poem!ππ
ReplyDeleteThe lines "Wanting to be a perfect novella, / But life is sometimes too salty, too sugary, and too tangy" resonate deeply.
Beautifully penned! Your words have a way of touching the soul.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully worded....πππ
ReplyDeleteI love how the poem explores the complexities and contradictions of life. π«Άπ»
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