The Chanting!

yet another introspection

Is there love? Without expectations

Is there compassion? With no motives

Is there truth? With no versions of it’

Is there hurt? That you lost your conviction

Is there hate? For everything including yourself

Is there an explosive chamber? The hearth of molten antagonism

Is there belligerence? An urge to be an outlaw

Is there disgust? Such you want to puke it allover

Is there tiredness? And your heart says “enough of this bullshit!”

Is there hackneyed mind? Ennui killing you to death

Is there anticipation? The never ending longing

Is there quandary you shoot in every direction? With no retort

Is there adrenaline left? That kicks you to go crazy

Is there devour? Hunger to suck every marrow of life

Is there a space where you shut all doors? And realize nothingness

Is there place for your conscience? Not spoon fed with preaching

Is it you inside? Or is there somebody else??

Like Everybody!