Vacillating
Mercurial
Unfathomable.
Through my fingers,
Like grains of sand on a windy beach –
Driven
Balked
Banked
Tumbled
Forgotten.
Through this life I fumble with ideas –
Tilting
Twitching
Missing
Falling
Beginning, and seldom finishing.
Lunging and
Chasing.
These damn brain tangles mislead.
My once noble pursuit seems lost –
Into a fog of dementia.
Beautiful. There is no other word for it.
Here’s hoping you’ll check out my blog too. 🙂
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Thank you vidishakaushik 🙂 I am glad you like my poem – and I am on my way to your blog right now 🙂
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It was an absolute pleasure. 🙂
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An apt pic.
👍
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Thanks Neethu 🙂
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