May 2010

Life I live and the life I wish to live are often not the same.
I remain confused which one I wish to live and which one I live.

More I climb the stairs upward more I’m pulled to the ground.
Peace of mind, rest and satisfaction seemingly nowhere they are found.

Life remains there either behind or in front but never with me
Alas! I pass my days said living not living but crossing a mirthless sea.

Written by
Palas Kumar Ray
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