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A Blind Race
A Blind Race
Clueless and riddled, I sometimes ponder,
My desires have taken a shape of a storm,
And like a reckless river, I know no bounds,
Though I trudge along, the path is not mine.
How I run so mad after this alluring world,
And conform ways to stay in the blind race,
I flock to the wind and leave my door behind,
Stormed by dazzling ocean of vagrant waves.
Charmed by the sweet dreams, I wander places,
Not knowing which bough to sit, which way to fly ?
I tread paths, dragged by the messmerizing eyes,
Drawn to the magic of wily world, I 've lost my way.
Could I be able to find own way and redeem me ?
Heart was mine but the beating has betrayed me ,
Mind was mine but the thinking has choked me,
The charms of the world have sedated my mind.
Caged in a hypnotic fatal sight, I could not escape,
Entangled in a web woven by me, I could not return,
Eyes have forgotten the track, which was once mine,
I still know what love is , but the passions 've left me.
I can talk for hours, but the words are not my words ,
What a wonder I sleep, but the dreams are not mine,
I revel in all my feats, but success is not my success,
Though I take my breathing, but the living is not mine.
Stung by the snares and smiles, I follow what they say,
Though mirror is the same, but I don't see my own face,
Mad of voices, strangled by tones, my steps deceive me ,
I've obscured myself by a lithe veil, my soul has left me.
© Harish Mamgain