My first poem

The mind was brewing,
with a plethora of piled-up things.
Which made me a querist of myself.
I waited for the limelight...
but the soul showed blissful ignorance.


insane by the querulous response,
At the top of my voice,
I screamed Abaddon! and hosannas!
duh! it faded out.


The space was left void.
The time made me an alien.
And, I was lost in the
musings of my shredded life.


Hooked to the labyrinth of life,
I felt a lump in the throat.
I pursued for a redeem;
and then a redemption.


By the time, I was-
In the twilight of my life!