Akshaya Pawasker

Confessions - Poem by Akshaya Pawasker

My muse is my own befuddled mind.
My goading is the respite from the daily grind
Confabulations, contorting the truth of my life,
to form a mosaic, a jigsaw puzzle
with loose parts to fit right.

I am not a good observer,
Eyes staring, reveling in daydreams
World see through, details conjured by me.
I am not a good listener,
Teller is my mirror, reflecting myself.

I do not empathize, they are my own agonies.
My grey cells do not focus well,
My attention wanders.
What is it that I seek?
Day long as I nuzzle and cradle my thoughts.

Am I narcissistic? Am I a liar?
Weaving and penning lies on paper,
As hearing my voice is a rarity,
not voluble, but indulge in soliloquy, as
words stare at me from enchanted ceiling.

In the midst of washing dishes,
in the midst of restless nights,
I need to take a flight, as I am compelled to write,
To touch the cold metal of my pen bleeding ink,
to bleed on paper what I think.

Comments about Confessions by Akshaya Pawasker

  • Rookie - 126 Points Elias Uddin (12/22/2013 7:41:00 AM)

    To 'confess', it's simply brilliant! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 42 Points Adheez Van Der Beanthz (8/26/2013 2:26:00 PM)

    poetic and touched
    good written
    thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,738 Points Dinesh Nair (8/25/2013 3:11:00 AM)

    Here is poem that looks like a golden casket opened and I am amazed at the way you express your feelings personal and perhaps deeply condensed.. May your wings of imagination land you in a world of solace and calm.
    A fine poem Akshaya.. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 651 Points Nasarudheen Parameswaran (8/24/2013 5:47:00 AM)

    As the mind is befuddled, confession any be only confabulations. Poetic sensibility is well presented in the last stanza. Hope better poems will drip from this pen. I thank Aswant for introducing this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,267 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/24/2013 4:16:00 AM)

    To touch the cold metal of my pen bleeding ink,
    to bleed on paper what I think

    crafted it rich and fine, poet. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,022 Points Valsa George (8/23/2013 10:41:00 PM)

    A late bumping into a new face! Great poetry Akshaya! It is Aswath who introduced you to me.
    We all need to take a flight from the grinding daily chores. That's why we are here! ! Continue to pour forth your thoughts in powerful verse! ! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,112 Points Heather Wilkins (8/23/2013 2:01:00 PM)

    many nights I can not sleep. I am compelled to write. If I refuse to do so next morning the idea is gone. so many nights i am awake writing. the life of a writer. but I love to write. good words for the writer (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,298 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (8/23/2013 11:41:00 AM)

    all separate entities; you, the muse and your confession (writings) .
    You cannot control your muse.You have a great desire to write but
    again it is out of your control. Just desire and writing does not equal poetry.
    You can equip you muse with skills that aid greatly in the muse's ability to right.
    Education, reading great poems, studying writing skills, etc.
    A muse is soldier, a technichan, teacher, priest, guru, and on and on.
    You will need to study hard to supply your muse with the best skills possible. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 93 Points Payal Parande (8/23/2013 11:21:00 AM)

    a very deep piece, somewhat it is a self observed poem....brilliantly pinned ma'am bravo....something new with someone new (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,486 Points Patricia Grantham (8/23/2013 7:05:00 AM)

    A blooming Poet you are. Putting down on paper thoughts and ideas that
    pops up in your mind on paper. Concentrating and staying focus is a very
    important part of the learning process. Let your mind speak to you then hear
    its voice. A very good write. I have a poem called Poetry in Motion. Take a
    look when you have time. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,417 Points Shahzia Batool (8/23/2013 5:55:00 AM)

    your personalized muse tells the unvarnished truth...what you mentioned as flaws do not seem to me the gray areas rather who is that poet whose attention is just riveted and does not wander? you are a keen listener and a natural observer...the image of the bleeding ink on the paper speaks volumes about your genuine nature and natural talent...
    a different read after much time! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,225 Points Kavya . (8/23/2013 5:50:00 AM)

    oh ur last para holds so true Akshaya.........a very fabulous write (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,361 Points Saadat Tahir (8/23/2013 5:31:00 AM)

    What is it that I seek?
    Day long as I nuzzle and cradle my thoughts.

    beautifully put as are several other lines... the dilemmas and demons of mortal rumination brought to fore in a charming style

    liked (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,259 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/23/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    Very beautiful poem Akshaya..I am feeling this poem fits me well... Loved reading it.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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