Tangled in Haze
Who am I to be in pain,?
When no blood gushes through my vein?
Why be ecstatic when it rains,
Doesn’t it end up in the drain?
Why am I drenched in disdain,
When I take a trip down the memory lane?
Is it love, or just a glance I seek,
Is the world too calloused or am I too meek?
Made of glass, too fragile to peek,
Exposed a little more as I speak.
Wrecked in silence, quiet and weak,
Like thoughts that wander but never seek.
They say, time helps heal. Do I even have a wound to seal? When others have far more to bear, What right is mine to reel? If all that answers me is agony, Do I still have the right to feel?
In the end, is it all a hoax?
A banter the aching silence pokes;
Laughed when I didn’t see the jest,
Stayed standing when I should’ve left.
Joy knocks, but never enters me;
Is it me in glee, or c’est la vie?
Copyright © Navneet Kaur | Year Posted 2025
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