Perhaps there's nothing to reach
Life tells it stories and fights to teach
Moments come and go
Reaching high and low
Everyday new and retarded
Finished the way it started
Helpless longings grow
Everybody imagines a sun inside him,
Wants to reach that glow
A rabid individualist with gun on his shoulder
A kid knowing nothing, and still growing older
The whole sun sets and the world grows colder
Life an over-flowing cup
The black wind blows, and your time is up
Heads decorated with golden crowns
Little people with ups and downs
Small people moan and groan;
Praise the pig and throw the stone
Reject all meaning and everything
A little human that lacks a wing
All dreams are dreams
All forms are forms
Once freedom breaks-
You're free of norms
An upward blue
And fading light;
Origin of a deeper night
And two is two
But one is one
There is no heart,
There is no sun
A thinking demon comes to fight
Tells what's wrong, denies what's right
Plagues multitudes that lie below the light
Kiss cruel conclusions without that sight
And rise in the morning, and fade at night
Big yellow masses come with flowers in their hand
Dance in magic before they understand
And life is tragic, life is bland
Murdered in youth by an addicted sleuth
The pain comes over and over
Living seagulls and melancholies
An explosion bottled inside
When kings find magic
When a peanut finds a bird
When the filth is fixing beggars,
And a losing sound is heard
Happiness is a vegetable-
Makes some mad, makes some stable
And everything is just an elaborate nothing
Ankita Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-elaborate-nothing/
