Frustration

Really infiltrating the life

With its venomous intentions;

How sweet my silence was

like vacuum once

What a roaring voice is mine

Like that of lion;

What an enjoyment with these

Love, Knowledge, Intellectual

Home, Office, Work, Society;

I lost nothing essentially

A little which has lost its prey

Is perverse and is haunting me

now with its weapon;

How beautiful are those

Sleep, Dreams, Thoughts

Life and Death

All are insidiously frustrating;

Psychiatry, Evaluations

Counseling and Therapy

Are not exceptions?

I meditated and probed into me

And found nothing that is dwelling in me 

Causing this entire affliction;

How happy it was being lonely

The solitude I was accustomed

Is isolating me in frustration 

No hope becomes visible to escape;

One day time I ran into night

The night in open arena having no windows

And in the night angels descend;

The daylight is washing my life

Also washing darkness inside of me

And held me in its lap;

Life singing the hymn of peace

The devil seen burnt in the glow

Done away the frustration too;

I don’t trust in magic

But ought to trust the miracles

 Else, my life again would be hell.



       - R K CHOWDARY