A Poetic Existence

A POETIC EXISTENCE

Sizing up my emotions

and coming over the inner restrictions

i dare myself to answer

the nature of my existence.

Oscillating between dreams and desires

but in real fate often conspires

where things or souls i want

are mine only for virtual.

Confused between real and surreal

waiting for the situation ideal

in a race which i should have led

still groping for the searching line.

Searching for the right moment of confession

and to acknowledge that I am in wrong profession

steps to trip over fascinations leaving me in lurch

must be taken.

as the desire to walk the aisle in the church

looks so shaken.

Nature of my breaths got to change from poetic.

wavering mind must learn itself to make it static.

~Alok Alamban~