
Once a friend asked Why?
Maybe she never wanted to give life a second chance, a second try!!!
Why do I exist, why am I here,
Tears in her eyes, I continued to stare!!!
Kept looking for some ray in a marooned heart,
Was it the beginning, or an end to the start?
Who am I, why do I exist,
I survive as a decaying dead, with unfolded fists!!!
What am I doing, what do I know,
Am I content with life, no no no!!!
Why does my past haunt me today,
Why couldn’t I move on, why did I’ve to stay?
Why did my friends leave, why do memories remain,
I wait for someone over the window, but all in disdain!!!
These conundrums, would they haunt me for life,
I feel dead, dead of strife!!!
Why do I compare myself with others, the present with my past,
Is there a satisfaction level I could ever reach,
In the pool of life so mysterious and vast!!!
Why do I call myself the controller of my life,
When up in the sky lives the one with the Key,
Is my existence a reality I doubt,
When I’m dictated by this society you see!!!
I say life is precious, live it to the fullest,
She says, the day her questions get answered, she’ll let her soul peacefully rest!!!
Categories: Heart Beats, Poems