I feel unsettled when I see
The man that I know and
The one I don't, both living in me.
I know a part of me,
A measly fraction that is
Supposed to define me.
But the other part
That I yet am unaware of
What is it?
When you think, you'd turn right
But you suddenly opt for left,
When you go to the next room
But you suddenly forget your motive,
When things that I expect from myself
Never get fulfilled but keep me captive,
Make me feel unsettled.
The hidden regions of my brain,
The mental powers for which I've yet to strain,
The dark side of me that I can't drain,
Is what makes me feel unsettled.
The most awe-shuddering thought
That I have regarding this is that
You yourself don't know about
Your own self, and that's crazy.
The throbbing in my head
That I perceived as pain,
Might be heard as some music
That's playing in my mind.
The discomfort of blurry vision
That I see as a problem,
Is seen by me as the moment
When I've hit my high.
Hideously intriguing, us humans,
We think that we conjure reality.
And the moment we think that we know
It all, It's the civilization's biggest partiality.
These unsettling factors of mine
Tell that my Psyche's cracked.
The molecules are the same in there but
The difference lies in the way they're stacked.
It all seems nonsense,
Who'd spend this much of brain,
For all that I want to be is
Brilliantly-amusingly-magically insane! - Abhinavanand Singh
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