Dilemma
Rampant reckless retrospect rushes
The present blurs in blues
The mistakes of the past make me miserable and low
And so, I give up and the feeling grows
And in wait for time to make things better
I push living further into the later.
I don't know if it's butterflies and sunshine, later
I just hope to pick up pieces, as the time rushes
But do I hope in vain? What is better?
I feel worried so I look into the blues
Of the waves, and the moss that grows
I just give up and lie low
Down as the weed, in the roots I stay, much low
In hopes to remain rooted, even if they mow the green later
And then in good time, a leaf of me grows
And with that the past rushes
Far away into the grey oblivion in the sky of blues
Is that it? Will that be better?
Is living in later or present better?
How do I duck every time and stay low?
Is future colourful or just shades of blues?
And then again, I wait for later,
And with that all my time rushes,
My youth and life is spent, and the autumn grows.
Or do I try, and fight the past clumsily and my present grows
Maybe things will shape for worse or just get better
A calculated risk, but miscalculation in my head rushes
Or as decided, should I stay low?
Or maybe fighting today becomes synonymous to later
The tipping scale of probability plunges me in dark and blues
Is it all clues I look for in my moods of blues
A clue for bliss and happiness, a feeling of numbness grows
Today makes sense, not unpredictable later
If I want to live the best I gotta try to make it better
I have stayed for a long while, down and low
Now with my present I walk, unprepared, wherever it rushes.
And in all the blues, and the running second that rushes
The more low I feel, with actions the strength grows
In hopes of better, if I work now, maybe all I wish comes to me later
Copyright © Dyuti Biswas | Year Posted 2021
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