SEQUENTIAL WHY'S

SEQUENTIAL WHY'S

Disappointed, I feel
by the end of the day
When things get wrong
and not according to ways

Why do some things
get out of range?
and why do some
sound so strange?

Why some points
are so far away?
that they can't be met
and still parallel, want to stay

Why are some minds
and some conditions
so difficult to understand?
and susceptible to change?

Why in the minds
tears outburstly flow
But eyes are dry
and feelings so low?

Why do I feel
like shouting so high
and still pull on with the days
and situations alright?

Why emotions come
all over again in mind
when without emotions
one has to survive?

Why do the emotions
get suppressed
and the mental charm
goes depressed?

Why do some days
are all happy and gay
but end up being deeply
Vacant and all swayed?

Why don't the feelings
get an outburst?
and why don't they stop
rotating all day long?

Why do some things,
though, so near
are far,very far
...to be so dear?

Why do the palms
tightly closed, although
don't hold the things
possessively intact?

Why does the time run?
and if it runs
then why doesn't it
come and turn back
for retrieval or replacements
or modifications of the past events?

Even after so many why's
I feel "why"?
I am disappointed
when I have nothing
so poor and bad to cry

Then why do I cry?
I myself don't know.
Do I cry for that why
Which was "never ever " mine?

Then why to cry
For the "never mine why"?
But why not be thrilled
for the "evergreen why"?
which is there together
all day long
to cheer me up
with smiles and songs...
...bringing up answers
to all the questions.

I feel relieved
with no why's in field.
Excited I am
by the time day winds
My why's are all
so dear to me.
They make me breathe
and feel at ease
when I get to know
the unknown realities
and hidden mysteries
of the crying heart
and the dry eyes.

With no more why's
in my mind
I stop to think
so as to evade
the further rotations
and fluctuations
of the sequential why's?

Tapasya Bareja

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