Questions about the self have pervaded the minds of the Philosophers of old. Even in these modern times, the self is still a mystery to contend with, amidst the new technology employed to unravel it. And add to it love, or the lack of it, the question becomes an enigma. Thought-provoking poem.
Abdicating the shadows; totemic. I return back to dig up the buried- moon from the ruins of poetry. It benumbs. No response was coming from cajoling the black secrets- of time-cast. A storm was raging in a pack of emptiness.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
I left this world today I didn’t bother to pray I stormed the gates of heaven with delight I walked upon the pearly gold streets I was upset their was no one I knew I didn’t have a clue I
Once I dare… Once I dare to write my story, Memories crowded falling me weak… And words played hide and seek. Once I dare to lost in Love, brain went on compulsory leave… Mercifully, I survived of dying dive. Once
I feel like I’m going to spin in circles. I feel like falling onto the grass and staring at the clouds. I feel like laughing and acting like a child. I feel like drinking alcohol and smoking some good stuff…
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6 Comments on "Am I…"
Beautiful expression of pain….
Archana… am glad u liked my expression… 🙂
touching! very well penned.
Thank U Abhi… 🙂
Questions about the self have pervaded the minds of the Philosophers of old. Even in these modern times, the self is still a mystery to contend with, amidst the new technology employed to unravel it. And add to it love, or the lack of it, the question becomes an enigma. Thought-provoking poem.
Thank U Reyvrex…. 🙂