I don’t know what’s happening- Empty voyage


My life does not start with ‘I’
But it ends with ‘you’
Even many thoughts jumble in my mind
I never know, out of it what do I conclude!
There is something unforgettable
Those I fail to describe
I am an immature girl
When you’ll be with me
You’ll, yourself find.
From my unknown staring to my reasonless smile
The universe can’t understand
When I am trying to make a point.
My habit of draining time
On a quest to attain
To feel the thunder of nature, till I get nerves on bite
A poor at describing the state of mind
It’s totally blank at this point of time
Otherwise, it’s full of melodies
That help me to state my feelings right.
From my best friend to my enemies
I cannot say whom I’ll know until the end of my life
I have so many reasons, I can’t remember one
There are so many ideas, I go blank when I pick the pen up
I know on which path should I go
But, I can’t move towards it
Visible only in dark and black
It’s better that I hide in my little division of sack
It seems impossible to go through so much and still don’t know anything about
Maybe this is just a dream, my actual life is about to start now.
It’s all so complicated
That I have to search my chronicle for any clues
To join the consequences in chains
And, make them sense
Recollect the situation when I went wrong
This is done when I have a beer
Dose of which is very strong.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. This was lovely! It really liked confusion and those first two lines are wonderfully adorable.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. rakhioverhere says:

      Thank you so much 😊

      Liked by 1 person

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