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
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
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