I cast a net
Over the ethereal
In an attempt to capture
What skips the sight
Hoping those abstract heartstrings
Breath in a form
And escape into freedom.
I shed a tear
That plays the dual role
Of inexplicable vibes
In an identity crisis.
Pain blurs into pleasure
Over the matters of heart
Ah, the bittersweet sting
That sprouts from love.
I ponder over the meaning of life
And its precarious temper
Tricking us into distortion
Shunning wisdom
Embracing avarice.
I pine to surmise
The reason of the breath
Sinking into depths
Of tangible endeavors,
The hide and seek
Of illusions
That pop like bubbles
But little do I change
Notwithstanding the insight.
Quest, this existence that I seek to resolve.
Pic Credit - Chandra Elango
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