Tottering Mind

It’s often also noticed,
From the shackles on the psyche
The embodied mind tries to break free
Thirsting for the unknown and
In search of a mysterious hope
The instincts are on a perpetual spree

Along the way,
On the path of life
The flowers that have bloomed blithely
Which of these do I filch,
To adorn it in the mind precisely

Am afraid,
Have no inkling of this complexity,
Unravelling it, perhaps too naive to know
Whom to embrace as the beloved and
Whose affection to forgo

Existential Crisis

My existence so pointless for all to see,
Alike shadow of a parched tree

Despite the presence of loved ones
Dwells loneliness inside
Welled up tears manifesting glee,
My eyes have often cried.

Bawling in happiness had me cloyed,
In this world, I feel anxious and paranoid.

Monsoon has poured its heart out,
With passion, the rivers are gushing about
Flowers have started to blossom,
Smiling buds present a sight awesome

Barren remained a solitary branch, albeit spring shower,
That thus far never could bear a flower.