WHEN

When I begin to wonder; I never seem to cease;

Pondering sheepishly upon vivid extensions on me.

When I begin to act as per the actor in me,

Setting up a stage wherever I may please.

When I gather the gatherings of irrational fights,

That often rupture rudiments of probable antichrists.

When I relish the joys of a justified, dimmed sky,

Killing time with conscience without knowing why.

When I start to fall in love with songs I sing,

Delicately progressing through all that life brings.

When I go on to scorn the dirty liabilities I own,

How the guilty regal in me abdicates his throne.

When I dismiss my sufferings beside her as I walk,

Yet refuse to break silence or propose an awry talk.

When I eclipse dislike with a moony spread of lips,

Against distasteful company; very tough to ally with.

I often begin to write just how I am at this time,

With little hope of dazzling ever in easy sunshines.

So when I lastly cease to rant, write and breathe,

I pray someone recalls a ‘when' spent with me.

-Karan Ghosh