Foolish dreamer, wake.
Your passion seems pretentious,
Your zest incomplete.
What has time done to you?
You echo meaninglessly.
Ambition has fled you.
Where is the fire,
Of your ideas and thoughts?
Where will you search
For that part of you?
For you have no will and
You have forgotten yourself.
You just exist.
You aren't living.
Oh, where is the fire,
That will ignite your passion for life?
What do you dream
Day in and out?
And why do you weep,
At things that never were or will be?
If you're a lunatic,
You were crazier earlier.
Shake out of your sleep,
And search within and without for your fuel.
(Written in a very disturbed state of mind before the IIT-JEE.)
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can i just say that... i can relate. its beautifully true about those pathetic moments of uncertainty in life.
i felt more or less the same way this time last year. was preparing for jee myself. good poem. keep it up
a plea for passion or a tempest of unrest,
moody reflections or soul searching quest.
dreams,ambitions and d sleeping fire,
dormant,it exists n does not retire.
such ideas n thoughts of d human breed,
u ne'er said a truer word...we r all lunatics indeed!!!
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