stumbling through the corridor
of life, i watched
in amazement
at what was going on!
life, it seems, is like a
rubber ball caught in the ocean
tossed and thrown every minute of the journey
yet trying to reach the shores of safety all the time!
an independent person
yet unable to think
when it mattered the most,
i was a zombie with a sixth sense!
standing at the dark corridor,
i sought to put to an end
to what was troubling me
all the time!
knife in hand,
i searched in vain
to destroy the trouble
that troubled me!
desperate to erase everything
and start afresh, i jumped into the ocean
only to come out wet
and with even more questions!
seeking to find the answers
to some of the questions
i sought professional help,
only to leave them confused!
like the waves in the ocean,
questions and questions and
more questions, just
flooded the nonexistent brain!
then i realized,
i am just a puppet
dancing to the tunes
in the workshop of life!
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an idle man’s brain is a devils’ workshop
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