Was it really there, or is it just a figment of my imagination?
The more I try to resolve, the more I question the whole idea of its creation!
Let’s assume the flights of fantasy took over my capabilities of logic and reason,
O, the world it landed me! Is beyond my power and decision.
Sometimes, I intend to reject the existence of that emotion,
Yet a nerve pulls me tight towards a wild commotion.
A tussle between beliefs and disbeliefs, ready to wage a war,
And the sanity of my senses now seems so far.
By questioning its just and unjust ways, I circumambulate around the unavoidable sensation,
Lost in the farrago of countless voices, I am left with a puzzled narration.
Foggy shapes and shades resurface in the deepest recesses,
As if Nyx riding on a chariot for the heavens to repossess.
Meanwhile, a few hazy snippets wander in the quest of symmetry,
Yet, it continues to remain an unresolved mystery.
Note- Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. In ancient art, Nyx was depicted either as a winged goddess or a charioteer.
About the Poetess
Ms. Gurpreet Kaur is an Assistant Professor of English at Government P.G. College, Sector-1, Panchkula, Haryana. She is a passionate soul who loves reading and writing poetry.
