December

For weeks I've been sinking

A thought was blinking

The foliar was faded

The roots weren't stable

A hell inside and it's over .

Was it a cyclone , or I was befuddled

If I was befuddled, why it aches

I ran a lot, from every - right now

Which world do I belong to

Why basics are complex here

Is truth , what we seek

Or truth , that we hide , I asked myself.

Who and what defines life

What am I supposed to be

A chirpy bird to fascinate a bloke

A cow of honour 

A part of foliar , with wind as its life.

Where what matters is - what 

Where the overlooked is - why

Where gestures are abandoned

Where emotions are coinage

Where I pay for acceptance

Is where I refuse to stay.

December it is

Numb the year was

I still seek the truth

We still seek the truth

Truth behind 

Life , love , lust and money

I am smiling every dawn

To beg for wisdom , thank for life

Again I ain't pure 

But gratitude I've heard 

makes us closer to God.

© Kashish Saxena