A POEM OF CONTRADICTION

The wind is still flowing around sun is shining
But something there is still not clear.
Whenever the morning crack opens the egg-shell
of darkness it is sill there.

One may see it in the halls, on the ground, in the sky
That will take away the beauty of flowers
Mornings will be puzzled with that
At night one may try to think it is a bad dream

No one knew about it, you can get no answer
sometimes you can't find who you are.
Even though the sun shines there will be only darkness
And you have to walk over the dark

Language will say that to put 'I' in capital
But science will ruin the 'I',There is no 'I' at all
For the great distances that you didn't see
You are nothing

You will be shocked thinking about 'I'
Then comes the answer that put you in trouble.
Everything is incomplete with you.
Then too 'I' is not defined

Whenever you are in the lecture hall you will see
There are clocks facing each other
boared with each other, running behind time
you may feel the space between them is viscus

Even your logic may face death
Even you can't understand what washappening
Only like thunder something will happen in the head
You will find it is difficult to survive

Keep your eyes away from that. They will puzzle you
For one time is something which tend them to buy clocks
But what they really do? Is time is something which appear on it
Oh, well it is still not clear the thing is still hiding.

No one will give you a substantial answer
Nothing is substantial at all, there is no exception
Everything you see around are not actual
The life is a wonderful fairy tale

Sometimes in the sleep you may feel something in your room
There will be no light then too you could feel that
Don't worry it is a harmless creature "up to a limit".
It will not touch you , will not attack you.

But when you are looking through the window
In the moon light you could find many of them
Following someone in the street ,without breaking silence
At last you could ind the creature "CONTRADICTION".