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Akshaya Pawasker


Warped mind they say,
not conniving, not charlatan.
Simply delirious, unhinged.

Brain pea sized, shrunken or
distorted amoeboid,
insane chemicals,
beneath sane convolutions,
thriving for balance,
on precipice of life.

Solitude beckons, like no Eden
with no nasty folk goading you,
into more madness just for laughs,
and high and mighty, rarified,
don’t cast you off as nature’s gaffe.

In the lunatic asylum where,
the last trace of sanity is
smothered and buried,
I have gone missing,
to seek my mind’s liberty.

Wandering alone, not truly so,
cavalcade of voices follow,
talking to me, about me,
whispering in the breeze.

My blood be slobbered hands,
wiping over my stripped overalls,
to no avail, as hands remain bloodied
and clothes spotless.

“I killed you” I shout and scream,
only scaring birds out of their roost,
yet the paranoia of deceit and death,
as I walk through an apparition,
melting in hazy mist.

Walking to end of life’s miseries,
to stretch over the cliff edge,
to feel the clouds, to fly,
to breathe for the last time,
the cold biting air as I dive,
for deliverance.

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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  • Rookie - 651 Points Tiku . (8/31/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    this is touching ink Aksh.A soul needs to break free from worries and woes.nicely done. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 88 Points Payal Parande (8/29/2013 10:50:00 AM)

    Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
    and your poem indeed speak to the core...brilliant (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Aswath Raman (8/29/2013 10:09:00 AM)

    I truly enjoyed this write ma'am. Human mind, is nothing sort of a mystery yet to be explained as put by Dinesh sir! though I slightly disagree with him as to, your free verses does not really become a hindrance for the effectiveness of delivering the theme. Expecting more from you! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,505 Points Dinesh Nair (8/27/2013 8:23:00 AM)

    A poem that reads much unto the mysterious portals of a human mind! Excellent rendering and apt diction have made this write a superb piece of literary value.
    The format could have been made uniform stanza wise... Take care of this aspect in future.
    All the best Akshaya. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Dash Black (8/26/2013 7:24:00 AM)

    n the lunatic asylum where,
    the last trace of sanity is
    smothered and buried,
    I have gone missing,
    to seek my mind’s liberty.
    haha see, as i said always good.
    there is the line of hope and determination...that last trace of sanity must be found in order to kill the ego with insanity. (Report) Reply

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