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I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad I am a nomad— Nothing I say matters. I am but a face in the crowd, I am left behind, trying. I am made fun of. I don’t count in this vast world, I often lead myself through darkness, I pin myself to the wall— I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known. I don’t even get hate—let alone love , I get neither a hell nor a heaven . Not everyone deserves pain. We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason. I just live to make God not regret His creation.                                         -Preetham.S.D  

Deathbed this is a poem which clearly gives an image of thoughts of a person who is about to die, he thinks about his life and all the feelings he felt and he lives those feelings just before he dies.

 

Deathbed


I think, I’m at the end of my life,

Just began living some years ago,

When I zoom in for what I did in my life,

I find happiness, sadness and more;

Sometimes I bloom with happiness,

And sometimes I fade,

I find myths in some incidents,

I wonder, these myths; Do they flow like the cascade?

Often I feel like an island,

With honest natives,

But I lose my glory when piracy expands,

Not knowing until they use me;

Eventually feel guilty for every step I take,

Evidences found me guilty for sure,

When I realize and find myself, 

'Filthy, outmoded and more';

And now I see the dark sky

Full of fascinating stars,

On the other side I’m at the edge of my sigh,

And now at this moment, I’m just going to pass.


                                                -Preetham.S.D 

 


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