Doubt Not

The dark horses
Of doubts,
If controlled not,
Shall take thy kingdom over.

And the seeds
Of distrust,
If left on their own,
Shall generate rotten trees.

Suspicion over
Matters of trivia
Leads to nowhere
But to the waste land,

Where thy survival
Probabilities are bleak.

Thou shall not be able
To peep out
Of the dim
Blocks of drab.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

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)