i wrote this poem years ago when i was in middle of understanding
if my thoughts were as what was going in life....
Nothing seems to be quiescent,
it still goes on and on...
...with it's own pace.
do i conclude it,
or should i ask...
...do i conclude my own self...
...could i ever!
one part of me rests in quietude
...feeling so detached - wishes to be a recluse
...but the other conceals it
with nervous devotion,
and so captivating is the devotion
proclaiming it's competence...
...competence to frailty
-it still goes on and on
like a doting lover
...suppressing his love, his desire
thinking.. what be the abet of sight
when sight be not yours...
...that sees the other...
...not thine...
nothing still seems to be quiescent...
it still goes, on and on...and on! !
dated: 22nd aug'96
this one is interestingly abstract. i had to read it twice. can definitely relate.
This 'internal' journey of emotions is well done. I like this a lot. L
I enjoyed the read, I like the complexity of this piece, in some places a little abstract. You bring the reader into the poem and make them sit and ponder. Excellent work Sangeetak, I like very much.--Melvina--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sangeeta.. You are always searching your inner self...