Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow
I just come and go
Swinging like a pendulum
In an orbit to and fro…
Waiting for the motion to slow
Or perhaps another blow
Waiting for something to know
Of yet another Godot…
In the interim I walk
Wanderingly, I flock
Pursuing a blind and muted talk
And all the while, a Godot to stalk.
It stings, yet no pain…
It clouds, yet no rain…
There is hope, but no gain
There is Me, but insane.
Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow
I just come and go
Swinging like a pendulum
In an orbit to and fro…
Waiting for the motion to slow
Or perhaps another blow
Waiting for something to know
Of yet another Godot…
I ask my self, “shall I go?”
My self tells me “lets go”.
Yet I stand with knitted brow,
Waiting for Godot…
Note: Inspired from Samuel Becket’s “Waiting for Godot” (pronounced as "godo").
My “Godot” is my purpose for life. That one aim which gives you the reason to live. And without that purpose, life is just like this poem, a meaningless rhyme, repetitive and tiring.
I have every element to make a good life. I enjoy the big and small pleasures and challenges of life, but without that one purpose, everything seems mechanical and unworthy. Without that one aim, you just “exist”, you don’t “live”. It is just like the concept of existential angst that great philosophers talk about, but in a microcosm that is “me”. Every morning gives me a hope to bring my Godot and every evening brings a message that he will come tomorrow and that tomorrow never comes… and here I am waiting for my Godot…
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Tommorow is a dream
but i need to sleep
with wailing screams
a godot to seek.
I lost all my directions.
And lakshya was the word
she told me that i needed;
but then everything blurred.
A blue abyss waits,
there somewhere for me.
While i count on dates,
in count of eternity.
You know the part that i liked best is the intreductory stanza. It has this psychedelic quality about itself, reminds me of floyd and astronomy domine.
and you have linked me as Aakash ka ek chor, one thief of the sky. :-)
Oh I sought my godot
In dreams and vision,
But it seems it hides from me,
Be the real world or treason...
As for the blue abyss,
The blue abyss is but a bubble,
A watery bubble blue...
You plunge deep and struggle
Or just wait to see through...
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You know this is "lack of purpose" is a subject, I feel most strongly about... This suffocates me, makes me restless and impatient... and I guess that showed and actually was meant to be seen in the poem. You know after a very imp achievemnt, when u still find the question "So what... and what next?" It is killing. And in that stanza where I say "It stings, yet no rain..." that feeling of incompletion, that "hanging in mid air" feeling strikes me, affects me.
Oh again I am lost... I dont know what I am saying... So here I stop.
Arre nahi... mishtake ho gaya ji... It was meant to be "Aakash ka ek CHHOR" - One end of the sky.
But actally on second thoughts, chor is also not wrong... You steal the stories of the world and make them your own, enlarging their horizons, and making them vast as the sky.
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