I wonder, will my mind ever
numb, will the ink ever last,
will the rivers of my imagination
ever go limpid or dry, will my
eyes ever cry, will my heartbeat
ever settle, will the sun ever be
just a sun and nothing magical
plus the moon and the stars, will
the wounds ever be mere scars...?
I wonder! Will journeys cease to
be an adventure, will I ever stop
being a philosophical preacher,
will the rains cease to soothe my
soul, will ends ever stop to hurt...?
Will smiles ever cease to be
addictive, will I ever give up
waiting for a perfect Elizabethan
romance but without tragedy or a
Danielle Steele's happy ending...?
Will the heavens ever cease to
rumble when my life storms, will
lonely hearts ever find homes...
will the broken ever stop living in
melancholy like tombs or historic
ruins modernity finds charming
will my gadgets ever rest when I
still have a million poems to write?
will I ever find peace without
a sniff at my adulterated imagination..?I wonder..!