Lalitha Narayanan


Solitude - Poem by Lalitha Narayanan

Driven to the wall
Now I face life ball
it is rolling and rolling
without any meaning

When I started my travel
heaps of dreams and hopes lay unravelled
now I see life face to face
and every new person adds my disgrace

When I was a tiny girl
I saw with big big Alice eyes
the beauty of moon and the lion in a man
now I see moon is just a reflection
and man is but an animal incarnation.

When I was a growing girl
I learnt Gandhi and Tagore hearts
now I see that strewn across
are filthy raping counterparts
strutting in camouflaged priestly arts.

The more you go closer to mortals
the more you know that every heart is fatal
every brain is tricky and every mind is filthy
now who am I? but one among the multitude sickly

Driven to this truth
I am madly running a marathon path
they cheer me up, but I am a chasing Psychopath
I loose my game, I give up my poetic stride
my faith is fluttering, my image is muttering
why mocking seconds magnify zoomed
they seemed to question my very uttering....

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Topic(s) of this poem: love and life


Comments about Solitude by Lalitha Narayanan

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/25/2016 1:50:00 AM)

    A dark poem. There is hope, however, for you in your life's journey.

    For me I think forgiveness, not backed by any religious tenets, or faiths is the way to go.

    Generally, my poems are full of optimism. Your thoughts are capable of changing. The brain is very plastic in that regard.

    See my list of poems- they may be of interest. Thank you for your comments on Brexit. I appreciate your thoughts.

    Very Kind Regards
    Robert (Report) Reply

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  • Is It Poetry Is It Poetry (6/9/2016 11:32:00 AM)

    Before the sun comes up
    I rise.
    While still in bed my body is.
    If someone
    should come in before me.
    I can only roll over
    hoping
    I can pick them back up
    where I left off,
    dreaming of you.. iip (Report) Reply

  • The Poet Poet (5/21/2016 6:33:00 AM)

    and man is but an animal incarnation.....
    x and y genes produce a male
    xx a female
    we all share 96 percent of apes'
    ask them when will they share the rest

    I took some time off child
    as you called be granpa
    no wonder ego in you is also,
    if not worse than mine

    between lose and loose do define.

    I have seen all the guys only praise... so that one day they may also raise.. what?
    I leave it to your ripe imagination
    you are a 10 marks poet... I ain't.

    But what made you read my poetrys is quite quaint! (Report) Reply

  • Dev Anand (4/19/2016 5:19:00 PM)

    all your experiences you have written down dear poetess. all men are not bad.. all women are also not bad...... accept men who do not wear a mask and like to present themselves as they are in reality. such poeple are good and sincere. thank you dear poetess. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (4/13/2016 2:04:00 AM)

    When I was a tiny girl
    I saw with big big Alice eyes
    the beauty of moon and the lion in a man
    now I see moon is just a reflection
    and man is but an animal incarnation.

    When I was a growing girl
    I learnt Gandhi and Tagore hearts
    now I see that strewn across
    are filthy raping counterparts
    strutting in camouflaged priestly arts.

    Sad but true.
    A nice work indeed.
    You portrait adolescent experiences very nicely.

    The more you go closer to mortals
    the more you know that every heart is fatal
    every brain is tricky and every mind is filthy
    now who am I? but one among the multitude sickly

    Felt like sharing tears with you.
    Nice lines dear poet.
    Thank you for sharing it in a touchy manner. (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar Soumita Sarkar (2/16/2016 12:04:00 PM)

    Yes..mortals are born such...life when teaches through experiences its..bitter...even so when there is no turning.....Do keep writing....Can you plz read few of my writes? (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin Dr.tony Brahmin (12/13/2015 2:49:00 AM)

    The more you go closer to mortals
    the more you know that every heart is fatal
    every brain is tricky and every mind is filthy
    now who am I? but one among the multitude sickly.. poetess, mental and inner peace can be achieved only in spirituality. as we know more and more about men and women, this world is very bad. this is also my realization in this world. you make the reader think a lot. thank you very much. tony (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad Akhtar Jawad (7/30/2015 5:08:00 AM)

    Such a great philosophic poem, it made me thoughtful! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar Geetha Jayakumar (7/8/2014 7:23:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Lalitha. You have portrayed the reality of us...humans. Yes, we all are into marathon race, the choice is not given to us. We have to move along with the world. The more we try to understand reality the more painful our life will be. I loved reading each lines and the way you captured words are very beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Prasanna Kumari (2/20/2014 9:14:00 AM)

    true reality will be mocking at us like this...beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2016


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