From A Different Eye

From A Different Eye short poem

Uploaded by Akash Sagar


Why am I like this?
Why am I like that?
Why am I…me…?
Or possibly,
My alienated mind;
Exceptionally perceives,
Sees the same World,
Like you but;
From a different eye.

My being feels so outcast,
Like the most complex boat;
Stuck in the rivers of crystal maze,
The breathing stage;
An eccentric sage.

My actions are hypothetically condemned,
Maybe coz’;
My soul is not sanctified.
I am really so needless to be,
Standing out of every picture frame;
Never ever a part of We,
Excluded always in shame.

I walk with,
A fickle mind at my feet;
And a brisk toe in my head.
I am forbidden,
I am the forsaken one;
For would I fail and fumble,
Never-mind will stumble and fall;
But would walk again.
I contaminate,
I adulterate;
For would I inject myself and infect you,
Nevertheless I lie; would die,
But would walk again.

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Aakash Sagar Chouhan

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Akash is an aspiring Poet/Author/Song writer and also writes content for various articles/blogs and threads posted in innumerable websites, communities and social networking groups for literary works. He is good at brainstorming and fast in writing crispy content, bold slogans, catchy captions and punchy one liner’s. Akash has already got few of write ups internationally published in an Anthology on Zombies named as, ‘Unleash the undead’ a compilation by international author Samie Sands. Currently, he looks forward to launch his first book published by 'Destined to write publications', which is a Canadian publishing/writing firm.
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