End of another phase,
As I navigate through endless maze,
Days after nights and nights after days,
I fight endless battle with life’s blaze.
Nothing really feels quite right,
Insecurity takes over and I feel like a mite,
For money and fame, having an endless appetite,
I chew more than I could ever bite.
“WHEN DO YOU GET TO LIVE?”, I hear this voice,
I pretend to be deaf, surrounded with other noises,
More than life, decided to embrace wrong choices,
Lost in the process are thousand fragrant poises.
“WILL MY ENTIRE LIFE BE A LIE?”
As body started falling apart, I ask with a sigh,
My judgment knew no reasons why,
May be with a wrong road map, I aimed for the sky.
Acne won’t sprout on skin with wrinkles,
Liters of lotion on my skin I may sprinkle,
Not finding the road to mid-life salvation,
Endless desperation showing in my frustration.
© K.Radhakrishnan
A delightfully witty and acerbic poem.
What a wonderful work. It would resonate with all on 40’s on
An entertaining, engaging and introspective poem.