Ubiquitous Poem by Farina Afrin Malik

New dreams
unknown territories and
escaping the comfort zone
with a voracious appetite
for adventure
finding motivation
or is it salvation
and yet constantly fearing
the inevitable truth
what if it doesn’t happen
because it might not
life is a jumble
and things never go according to plan
well almost never
so what’s the key?
To persevere
or be le British
and “carry on”
Irony is though
the latter is sort of the plan
such a silly little word isn’t it
with so much depth
and improbability
Do I fight or die trying?
Sleep deprived, sallow in worry
and total utter confusion
(not to mention pimply)
cantankerous, vociferous,
maybe just plain grumpy
so which way?
How do I start?
I know but then I also don’t
another Chernobyl waiting to happen
on an intellectual level of course
that metaphor did get away from me
my mind is quite villainous
or is it just me?
Half the time people don’t understand me
but then again the other half
I don’t understand me either
So, the real question is,
Why?