You breathe but,
Don't feel the blood,
Pumping inside you,
You feel lifeless.
Where has it gone now?
The feeling of living,
Happily and smiling,
Along the sadness of the world.
Where has heart gone?
Where has the passion?
Where has everything,
That mattered has gone?
All seems lost in the,
Tide of time,
I sit here waiting for,
The tide to rise again.
To give me back,
My world where,
I felt alive,
And all was fine.
What would it take,
For tides of time,
To rise for me,
In my favour?
I have waited and waited,
Upon this shore of shoddy,
Shenanigans that don't,
Fruition to anything.
Lest, I have waited so long,
Hope has turned to hell,
The wheel of time mocks me,
For my eternal inaction.
Thus, I leave today,
This shoddy shore of time,
To take action rather,
Mellow out to death in inaction.
Action, action, action,
Never stopping,
Always conquering,
Action I shall take.
Sitting and stewing in,
The situation you are in,
Is never the solution,
So, I shall act, so, shall you.
About the Creator
Abhishek Verma
To be free and alive is the greatest thing we can do for ourselves. Through poetry, I aim for you to feel more free and alive in every moment you breathe. Thank you.
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