Getting Into The Head And Getting Out Of The Heart Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

I am at my wit's end, not to know
what to do
Of what happening around me,
The things I see with my naked eyes,
Are turned to be onlya dream
The things I hear and thingsthat Iread,
Are turned to be onlyan imaginary
With no reality.
All these seem to be a mystery
Withoutany understanding to me.

I amat my wit's end, not to know
what to do
Of what happening around me
Time moves slowly unlike the days I enjoyed
In the past
And I kill and kill the time to live my life
As ifit is my last day now on this earth!

Everything in the world is twofold
Day moves with night and night with day
Men move with women and women with men
Positive versus negative
The world is at its wheel.
It is the outcome of thinking more
Without getting out of the head
And forgetting of feeling more and more
Without getting into the heart
And suffer!