Sitting alone with ghosts in the dark
I create a light in my imagination
I tend to think that are far away
In comprehending it in my reality
I force myself to think deep
In deep where there is no way out
Pushing myself hard into the deep
I channel my thoughts of creativity
Struggling to keep at their pace
Striving all the way, in a race
Keeping the belief of achievement
There must be a way
Pondering about nature and its beauty
Pondering about fate and destiny
Pondering about life, death and life in death
Pondering and pondering
Turning to another side of the room
I might likely change my way of thinking
Start thinking of something else
Deep into my mind I delve
I would think of the starkness of horror
I would start pondering about ghosts
It is like I was thinking about nothing
To capture their thoughts encouraging
Now these thoughts are running in my brain
Running to get nothing
Jut running and running
Getting nowhere in a hurry
Time was wasting,
Which I might be losing
Expecting nothing as reward
All wasteful thoughts I might put to an end
I look at the blankness of the wall
I see there a spider weaving its web
A miracle capturing kind of thing
Does it capture thoughts?
Tangling inside, messing up the web
Even if the spider couldn't find any
Would it keep struggling on
Never to tire of the perpetual interlacing web
To get in touch with my spirit
I try but kept on failing
Lightning lights up the clouds
Petrifying sparks of lightning
That heart stopping bombardment of energy
Putting rain behind, too heavy to bear, it falls down
Then I shut my eyes off from the world around
My head too heavy to bear, it falls down
Try to sleep but the thoughts of the unseen
Keeps its collision course within my dream
As if there is someone present
Wanting to keep me awake all the night
The night left me in time
Left me feeling sublime
I awoke and the dream was gone
But not all of the experience was forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem