Freaky mind

Life in constant war with death

by no means I was involved.

it was war of a century

but I never knew where it was,

in or out.

Followed everyone's path

with fierceness

with a fife near my lips

looked here & there

with utmost fervour.

Deep inside me

was a gazebo

but i found nothing to gaze

just the material earth & the kinetic sky

with the war behind.

Became a kleptomaniac

from everybody's looks

became lame & tensed

when i tried to keep one foot at a step

peeking behind for the warriors to take me,

from me within.

closed my eyes & prayed till nothing happened

it was all a freaky mind

with nothing ever happened

and nothing to discover in it.