Loud doubts

How shall I proceed
With loud doubts
Tingling my head?
Brains bursting into pain,
Undecided about tomorrow,
Clueless about the future.
So blurred gets my vision
That I stand helpless, hapless,
Miserable, pitiful, poor, blind.

Two arrows I shot,
And they both moved away
Against the other.
What's destiny, what's life?
I hear nothing but noise.
Blunders, absurdities have crept in.
My own actions of thought deceived,
Ready to fall, halfway down,
I lack a laugh, I lack a cry.
Crossed all that was a good time.

Round and round they revolve,
Entangled wires of brain.
Push them out, for now they constipate,
Vex and perplex, puzzles they create,
And I merely breathe heavily in haze.
As my thoughts wander
From plane to plane,
Reality ceases to exist.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar
(03/02/2016)

Two splits

Portion of me

Is left behind,
Under the seed of rot,
Around the corrupt self,
That gives up for lust,
That can't expand,
That's still at unrest.

A piece of me
Tries and drags,
But the evil half-soul rejects
To move,
And such a decline
Brings forth to it
The elements
Of dirt.

 

And this part of me
Still seeks to
Revisit
The long forgotten
Ghettos of waste,
Of unnatural thirst.
This insane inmate just
Doesn't make an exit.

A greater lot of me
Rebels and revolts for
This half madman,
Splitting him into two
Reluctantly refusing to abide by
His whims and
His crooked fancies.

Crippled together,
Both splits of me,
Barely move forward,
And so remain shut
Indoors of gloom.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.
(01/02/2016)