The Fallacious Poem by Ankur Beohar

My dreams are meant to shatter,

I often fail in their upkeep

Disturbed at night by the morning star

Of day, by the night too deep.



And to uphold these clouds of illusions

I work incessantly through life,

As if, swimming my way through the emotions

of which I find no other scribe!



I start from where I end,

And I end at the intrusive start

which still appeals to my desires

And promises an expression of art.



A wanderer I was, I am

In this capacious canvas of life,

Alive I was, I am,

Yearning for glory in this undermined strife.