Pointless Thoughts

Searching things in pointless thoughts,
in crooked facts and twisted plots,
as if I would get something great,
sitting alone to contemplate.

I think of trees, books and stars,
and a plenitude of past scars,
as the wall ahead resists my stare,
I go deep and deep but reach nowhere.

I travel through this empty space,
yet it feels like an arduous maze,
loops around and no way out,
logic gone and I'm left with doubt.

Like a see-saw going up and down,
I smile a while and then I frown,
on an endless paper, I'm joining dots,
as I'm searching things in pointless thoughts.

© Dixit Bhatta 2015

Paradox

I have open arms, thoughts locked in a box,
So many sounds in heart, but it's my mind that talks,
Colorful dreams, shallow reality,
I speak of truth and the world just mocks.

New faces everyday in the looking glass,
A vague sense of superiority and class,
For this vanity has no certain end,
And all I'm doing is to pretend.

I try to rise up in the sky,
With years of struggle, I've learned to fly,
Yet igonred in value, weighed in worth,
I am a free bird dragged down to the earth.

If you think of one, I am the next,
An old book full of muddled text,
What's outside me is only hoax,
And what's inside is a paradox.

© Dixit Bhatta 2015