Contradiction Implacable

The more I try to glean a view of the stars above,

And appreciate the beauty woven in it,

The further it tends to dissipate amid the dusty firmament.

The more I try to stroll to a rosy garden,

And gasp a fragrance emanated by the scarlet bloom,

The faster it tends to shed its petals on the gritty mud beneath.

The greater effort I plunk to reach the lush lawn,

And bask under the warmth of the sunny radiance,

The faster is the obscurity proliferated by the flimsy clouds.

The higher the frequency that I maintain to approach you,

And glitter a spark to our love life under reeling,

The faster is the pace at which you walk out on.

The harder I try to listen to my inner voice,

And try to understand my true self,

The more perplexed it becomes as the instincts of immorality pollute it.

The more I try to wander leisurely on the path of life,

And assign an essence to the transient life in possession,

Faster the time tends to drag the wheel of my existence.