Akhand Singh

Within me, a tumultuous conflict brews,

Between the heart, wild and free, and the mind, wise but rigid, it ensues.

Struggling to find harmony, to strike a balance so delicate,

For is life meant to be given away, with no thought, no weight?

Is blood so significant, that past wrongs must be erased,

To fall into the same trap, to repeat, retraced?

This push and pull, this relentless tug of war,

Leaves me weary, drained to my very core.

Caught in the throes of emotion’s tumultuous sea,

Navigating between right and wrong, what should be and what can be.

The conflict rages on, a relentless storm inside,

Seeking solace, seeking peace, in this turbulent ride.

© Akhand Singh, 2024 © An Empty Glass, 2024