Tag: desperate

A Syndrome

The undue panic
makes me dull
not wanting to do anything
forces me to sit and contemplate .

What do I contemplate?
I know not
with the mind dormant
not a thought strikes me.

Why has this syndrome developed?
I ponder
Lo! I am again at no start
as I sit there like a stone.

What is the issue?
I struggle to find out.
Oh! I try to deliberate
as I watch the cloudless sky.

Is it that I have nothing to do?
that turns me dull.
I rise up from my seat
and try to catch up with myself.

Will I succeed in my attempt?
I doubt myself
If it had been a few years ago
I would have realised myself in no time.

Unnatural It is of me
a case of losing heart over nothing
never did I experience such a despair
as I am doing all the way now.

thoughts

It is a folly

a flaw unholy

saying it fully

he went solely

with none to a place holy

paid obeisance to God wholly

walked back slowly

with a spirit lowly

as time passes hastily

got estranged and lonely

crying with anger desperately

ending up invariably.

The garden was stocked with fallen leaves,

Gathering them up was a task in a fleece,

There was an uninterrupted fall from trees,

Leaves came down slowly after a gentle breeze.

Green and yellow leaves lay scattered without a cease,

Twigs small and big landed down in the crease,

They made the garden look like a messy freeze,

Inadvertently it seemed an entertainment set to please.

Cleaning up was a target beyond reach,

Finding a team was a difficult breach,

The work had to be done with a screech,

As there was no time to impeach.

Like the dry leaves thoughts crowd

The mind quivers in a desperate shroud,

Sprucing it up seems to be a task loud,

Resuming equanimity is like a falling cloud.

The imbalance strikes hard mercilessly,

Reviewing it generates apprehension enormously,

Yet gardens could be swept and cleaned spotlessly,

But the mind withholds the trials though not erroneously.