The Karmic Conflict

I realize,
Fading rays of the sun,
Burning inside,
And a void of forgotten hope,
Unattainable sky looks forlorn.

I realize,
The cracks in my mind,
Hidden and never filled up,
Counting all the uncountable,
Grains of sand,
And the existence, lost at times,
To explain, to get through
Praying for others;
And the gleam in week’s eyes
To bind me in shackles,
And my falling from the grace...


I realize,
Whispering voices roam in my dream,
And my heart feels so unworthy,
While the echoes reverberate,
It doesn't always listen,
But when it does,
I feel afraid...
For tears are shed for meek souls,
The ones lost from reality,
Twirl tranquil...
The lure has rotted off my clasp.

I realize,
My better parts will be,
What is not seen of me!
For I have not deceived myself,
About the fruits of my labor;
Of which, there are none.
Only disgruntled with life,
And sometimes,
The pebble of mortals in it.
I have to lift myself,
Out of my sins;
Where silence stops my void,
With some melancholic tears,
And a tinge of megalomania,
The final shadows become huge...

I realize,
The battle of,
Lost causes will proceed,
As the acceptance to my mind,
With my soul I have arranged;
To bring myself into the world-
One more time...
The rising of fall,
Upon a rock of ages past,
So I can have my fill of life,
As nothing else meant so much-
As the belief of a spirit hold
So comes the stream of flowing tears
To whisper within my soul...