This poem is the depiction of the emotions and chemical reactions my body and mind encountered due to the conflict in my mind, over the existence of meaning in life. This question coupled with the desire to understand my mind had driven me crazy, unable to find answers. Finally my intellect comes to salvage, and I drop the desire to comprehend my mind, drop the desire to ask the question of existence of meaning in life, because I realize its not a question to be asked but to be answered...
So bemused, so frightened, uneasy conscious,
Petrified by the power of itself, so innocuous.
Emotions demure, flow through the pen,
Amidst the trumpet of silence and quiver;
Without an inkling its intimate self,
Suffocates it with suffusing power.
So hapless, so impotent, the victim suffered,
With none to blame, self harassed self-tortured.
Pushing itself into the darkest recess,
All light sucked out, hollow inside;
Forcefully diving in the ocean of pain,
Happy hormones swept, away by the tide.
Thoughts of defeat overflows from the eyes,
In effort to hold the last breath, vanity cries.
Aware of the scarce sense of the self imposed dementia,
‘Enough!’ yells the intellect, no longer stoical;
As enlightened as always, consciously proactive,
Decides to take the reins, responsibly practical.
So powerful is the mind, power that flows through the brain,
So incomprehensible is the mind, in the reins of the brain you can train.
All cynicism, all skepticism, consciously sidelined,
No doubts that one doesn’t have to find meaning in life,
Cause meaning is not to be found, but to be created,
With principles, with focus, with an endless strife.
---Shashwat
