Poorwa's blog

All the questions we were taught
had an answer all ready
The quick-fixes, the remedies—
Perfectly aligned coherent notes, self-evident
Explanations often times one for many

On the surface, even the oceans lie
“What is jealousy but friendship?”
“Why is pain if there’s love?”
“How could ignorance be bliss?”
Here starts the debate

Go any further deep you will see
There’s no guide to help your crying friend
No proven method to cast the dread away
“You’ll be fine” it says
The timers fail to tell you when

I’ve given my whole life calculating answers that were given by the end of my book
What if life is the same and I’ll only find out when it’s time to go away?
All I do is try, to find the answers on my own
One day these notes will be left messy, some things still unsolved
Still I like to think, one day someone will find them
At last, I’ll be free from my fall

–Poorwa