RESIDUAL

Are disappointments a blessing in disguise?

Rain all over, and the umbrella kept aside.

Lately, it’s been a thought discarding my mind —

Is existence merely something we find?

Anger’s a possession kept in hind,

Something can’t be done about it.

But the deep feelings that arise —

Why does it not keep quiet?

Suppression is a vent out,

Doesn’t help anyway about.

Makes a way to ponder —

But nothing to be found.

Hollowness is a weapon,

Emptiness the ground.

But what wages a war

Is invisible as the sound.