Trashed

a poem by Aastha

Wounded and fallen to pieces, till today you give rise to a dynamic breed
After exploding a million times, you wish to set another soul free

Do you believe in magic? What do you know of his history?
Discover the atomicity and relativity of life. Go ahead! Find a reason not to be

Why are things the way they are? For answers you plead
Introduce yourself to reason and keep pushing your thoughts ahead of time, and you’ll see

You always needed reassurances to keep you warm,
To keep you alive and produce the same electricity!

But after all those endless attempts, you are left with nothing in your hand,
Nothing but eccentricity

Like a laser, visions pass through you easily. Come clean
In the end you feel wasted and sick, what could this story mean?

No it’s not a dream; no it’s not a dream
Trashed by one and all, in endless miseries you run deep