Brooding in a corner I wonder,
upon the vagaries of life I ponder,
how a split second can be cataclysmic,
what is right what wrong, matters no longer,
the choices made, the fates sealed,
now only the journey remains, filled by an obscure zeal,
the trepidation and the anxiety,
the pensive stares all around me,
tomorrow I fight, tomorrow I sail high,
my doom is slated,
For tomorrow I die...
upon the vagaries of life I ponder,
how a split second can be cataclysmic,
what is right what wrong, matters no longer,
the choices made, the fates sealed,
now only the journey remains, filled by an obscure zeal,
the trepidation and the anxiety,
the pensive stares all around me,
tomorrow I fight, tomorrow I sail high,
my doom is slated,
For tomorrow I die...
My doom is slated
ReplyDeletetomorrow I die.... :)
Thumbs up for that bro :)
Thank you so much jaya. That line specially took a lot of time for I had an ambiguous idea where I wanted to go with this but when that idea presented itself in my mind it was evident that this could be the perfect ending for the poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThe last three lines... jus awesome!!!
ReplyDelete@gopi-thank you. :)
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