The marooned mind gets confused
by the maddening ways things happen,
lies hidden somewhere in the depth of perception,
maybe in the undefined gene of reason,
forming the motif of indoctrinated norms of normalcy.
Someone standing up against the tide of tradition,
refuses to submerge within docile submission,
discovers the mind born disoriented,
asks questions on life's rationale,
but finds no answer,
tears the attire of conventional psychic trait,
rakes up the mind disposed in disarray,
paves the pathway to travel alone
to the fragile forlorn home
in the world made out of madness,
where the wind of frustration
can't upset the stronghold of mental balance,
designed with deranged sense of equilibrium that upholds
the tenet that madness is the balanced state of mind.
Categories:
sense of equilibrium, mental health, perspective,
Form: Free verse
I find your will to live unclear;
you move without your own consent;
though, to my motion you adhere:
with that, my friend, are you content?
You have no features to discern;
yet, for the denizens who try
to diagnose your form, you turn
invisible to all but I.
At times, not even I can tell
if you reside beneath my mass,
your stubborn dusk commixed with wells
of shade that every object casts.
But sure enough, you tightly clinch
my heel, the vertex of our pact;
like ink, you empty inch by inch
onto the ground, with bond intact.
Am I to fear the day we part?
What would I lose if it should come:
the mortal feelings in my heart,
my sense of equilibrium?
I find it rather hard to deem
the value of your cryptic guise;
however, it would surely seem
your umbrage doesn't harbor lies.
If it is temper that you yield,
then by all means display your shade:
my flesh shall be your house and shield,
my spirit, your substantial blade!
I will not live this life in vain,
the life that you refined for me.
My friend, will not you please remain
the shadow of my entity?
Categories:
sense of equilibrium, introspection, mysterylife,
Form: Ballad