Sunday, November 22, 2009

Focus

The world falls to me,
as I see; the infinite colours,
the stupendous languages,
the vast cultures.

I feel it all, coming in;
pounding my chest, I feel restless.
I feel suffocated, yet charmed;
my brain pauses logic.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what I hear,
I don't know what I say,
I don't know who am I.

I really just don't know,
Who am I?


© Rajat Mahajan. 2009

9 comments:

aditya said...

Heyy

Very well written. You depict the phase of this seemingly eternal chaos very articulately.

I might be digressing from the theme of your poem but languages do not mystify me any more. Language is not knowledge.

Keep writing. I know it is hard. But then, it is utterly painful at times, not to be able to do things you actually like doing.

:)

The CarRioN's HasH said...

really shoonya....

the common emotions of a common man on a common day....well depicted..

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@aditya
this is something i have been feeling profoundly for the past many days now.
I guess you go into some contemporary literature to get back the aroma.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@The CarRioN's HasH
yeah, indeed it is felt by everyone in the vicinity, just the fact that some accept and others don't.

sp.ajay said...

you are Rajat Thakur...:)

nice one...
i truly agree its a pain to write often...

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@sp.ajay
man you got the surname wrong... :|
its Rajat Mahajan. ;)

Faustus said...

DOn't matter who u are as long as you keep writing stuff i like to read :)

Smita Tewari said...

The way you are writing, you'll soon know who you are! Just let yourself 'be' & you'll discover yourself!

Very well scripted!

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@Faustus
hey, well said. I got your point. its not me writing the good stuff, its you appreciating it in a way that it becomes good enough. Thanks!

@Smita Tewari
Quite an incredulous comment, I must say. :)
Thanks a lot for dropping by. I hope to have a nice knowing on blogger.