Pest Of Doubts

What I am sharing today is a picture taken from my life’s reel. I wrote it some seven months ago and buried it somewhere in my “cellphone’s memory”. But today, life showed me the same image again thus reminding me of my this work. It’s neither a masterpiece nor an outstanding piece but yes it has a “life” in a Β single memory.
Now, lets end this emotions’ rain to start another with rhyme,

Everything is happening strange as if unusually written
With Earnest smiles healing pain and saddening happiness hidden
When I see it, it resembles nightmare
In which I am caught alone to be hurt and escape so rare
As if my conscience is stabbed by an od to rest
And a soul too hindered like death has set
Where mesmerizing touches: hope and faith get failed
I feel I am here, at its pole beside a long way waiting to be sailed
With my first encounter to this stage
I performed believing I know my heart’s Fair and rage
but now time has grown uncertain dissolving my pellucidity forging my voice in a golden cage
Does this is actuality and the past was dream
Or it will end like a pulsed flash with a scream
Neither do I faced such restlessness to know future
Nor do I refused present’s present to nurture
So now Am I changing my nature my sun and my sign
Or I was to be moulded such and rest was a design
As I cry out these questions a sudden darkness wearing silence prevails
The fear left untouched so far instantly came to hail
It’s all black no way to escape
But to stand in it with a strong heart to face
May this battle lost brings the sun as a gain
So that I can feel, touch and see again
So that the clouds of doubts find their way home
In place of my heart and soul to roam
So that I may look above and instead of black I will see sky
So that my heart will sing ” l know l”.


12 thoughts on “Pest Of Doubts”

  1. thumbs up for the image attached herewith; says it all..the girl, standing in the touch of shade and sunshine, explains the very state of bewilderment and anxiety of hers !
    Time takes its toll on all of us every now and then. Emotions and Cellphone's memory, if preserved,stay unadulterated till sine die ;it's clear now
    And one good thing for you is that it's been a good long seven months before you faced it up again… πŸ™‚

    Nicely n emotionally written one (Y)
    For some inconclusive doubts, HOPE stands out as the lone answer ! Keep Hoping… πŸ™‚


  2. Well..I feel, If you read it for just reading…you can't meet the depths of it !
    For appreciating the emotions inside it and getting to learn something outside of it , It deserves to be “felt” ! Ain't it ??


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