Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores,
then moving away.
Search for eternity erases
the designs. Birth
and death cling together.
I let go the passion,
the deviation of fear.
There cannot be two lives.
When the illusion meets
the pain, truth laughs,
I forego my future,
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on
the silence of sorrow.
Names don’t hold any charm
they come & go. Days
dropp like long coats
I search the night.
The desperate seeking
will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart.
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation
with death forgotten. We celebrate.
Intelligence dominates the emotion. Followings will never be erased from the history of poetry: 1] Search for eternity erases / the designs. 2] When the illusion meets / the pain, truth laughs, 3] The desperate seeking / will not end the journey It is there in the dark hole of the heart. Salute such talent hundred times. I put my choice 10/10 Regards, pranab
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A noble theme, well worded and crafted into a really worthy poem that makes me want to learn more about your philosophy.10.