Pessimist versus Optimist
These people like paparazzi;
They surround me,they point at me,
The crowd is growing around,so many laugh at me;
and some gaze with sympathy..
Why do they?Why is it me?
I know why,but I am still asking;
as I know,
that this phase of life itself is the worst thing.
I..I am…I am actually…
I am juggling with my life,
here I am under the knife,
I feel breathless,
I’ve gone senseless.
Whatever it has to be,
My future,My destiny;
I’m screaming..I can’t see
All the mist in front of me;
Tears apart my soul,
I lose all control
And here I stand;
left with this gigantic hole.
Its not in my hands,I guess,
I feel uneasy,I feel the emptiness..
In this funny game of chess..
I’ve been checkmated,and I am one turn less.
I don’t have the time!Don’t you see?
My life a circus,when its ought to be,
the way it was,the way it used to be.
The pearl inside me,someone took it away..
I am like an empty sea shell
so silent I lay,
I used to be a diamond,
A chip of glass is what I am now..
I noticed it right away,
the shine has be snatched away.
Somewhere inside,the very depth of me,
I see something glow,
I see light!
It was able to survive!
Ohh yes,its alive..
Ohh yes!now I thrive;
with this sick,raw,obsessive drive;
which will lead me to where I belong.
Ohh yes,I’m so sure,
Ohh yes,my belief is pure..
And yes;I had enough of that;
And I won’t face it anymore!
Now I’m driving;
the needle points 100..
with my past in the rear view;
Under the sky,so bright,so blue;
Oh my my…I believe its true
that every little thing,I saw,I knew,
I’ve left it all back.
Pheeuwh.
10 Comments
I think the tip of the iceberg promises big chunks of ideas , reflections and creativity inside. Darling, you are philosophically profound and logically digital.
Chandan
Oh my Goodness!! Dear O Dear!! All these eluded my lips reading a fantastic poem from a 17 year old friend!! Really, your poetry skills are matured enough as if you are Ruskin Bond! To be honest, I would have thought your age to be 45-50 if I didn’t know that!! Incredible…Keep writing
Methinks, the poem goes above par all through, upgrading
your juvenile career as a poet, but after the little grammatical editing over the words/lines: ‘Its’ as ‘It’s’,
‘its ought to be’ as ‘ought to be’ and ‘depth of me’ as
‘depth of mine/myself’ etc. Excuse me, please ! — AKG.
Shreyansh,
felt like your foot was missing the accelerator and then whooosh!.
I liked the journey through the poem, the feeling of being carried through a familiar process but while sharing in your unique view.
Q.what’s the difference between an optimist and a pessimist?
A. nothing – to a realist – they can both wreck his head!
Gion

(4 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5, rated)
Aah.will write something new soon.
Brilliant work…… the poet has nicely portrayed the thought process as a pessimist as well as an optimist….. though i’d say the ending takes away the seriousness of the poem a bit…
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