An Answer

To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes I thought once: my language of filling fell ill Even now as I’m struggling to unclothe You, I’m still wrong With more confusion, madness I dress you like a spruce Well, I have a first why (readers) added to your hurried Whys I’m confused and nothing can ease me like rhymes Why I keep writing, if I still can’t say who I’ am? ain’t that an abuse? Well, there is always place for questions and I have the all night long Questions are human’s one n only answer: don’t know. All answers are just veiled questions. Time’s up for covers to blow Time to be free of answers, no more questions to conceal Only questions can turn out truth: new answer? Misguided again, I feel Watch the oceans, winds and desert, in silence life goes on Watch whales, birds, and ants with no answers at all Speaking to life with life not with foolish words Life can’t be judged by the language of best and worst Yes, the oceans told me that life wasn’t written in a book Nor sang in a song or pictured in a film because life was alive Life wasn’t death to talk about with known pain to brook Life was alive speaking to us like sun : inviting roses to thrive Why? Why Should I wake few hours later, living meanings of life? Why shouldn’t I go: swim with whales, work with ants n fly with birds Why should I take a picture from an angle which never recreates life? Why, should I learn languages, while I could be part of the picture, speaking language of worlds? if I could speak life, I wouldn’t fear loosing rhymes! Or needed to address you my man Because I’ll be you and you’ll be me, I won’t need stupid words anymore No poetry, no descriptions, no judgment, no ‘wisdom’, no answers Only love of life, love that can never be expressed or released with pen All those questions I posed were only first mumbles, I guess Tomorrow, I’ll pose no more questions, I’ll simply say to life ‘yes’ Then I’ll speak life like birds n ants, celebrating life is the only thing to remember Only then, I can speak life, shouting not mumbling and knowing for sure that my saying(this last one) is answer!!!!