M.D Dinesh Nair

Veteran Poet - 1,834 Points (Thrissur)

A Man Of Oblivion - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair

Oblivion is my refuge and
It`s worth a life`s deductions.
From the day my life sprang up
From the mercy of the Creator
My oblivion has been my pal beloved.

Oblivion is my strength and
It`s nothing less than a grace.
Transferring my pains and woes
Into its inner chambers my entity triumphs
And my ego surges forward.

My oblivion has two phases-
One is of my life haunted by myself,
The other is of my life ravaged by time.
As the lilies fade out the former does and
As the islands in the Pacific submerge does the latter.

What is an oblivion of your kind?
Do you ever make such deductions?
As a new stream of new pathos rushes
To run along the abode of your oblivion,
Do you know the bliss you scale down?

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First submitted: Saturday, March 08,2008

Comments about A Man Of Oblivion by M.D Dinesh Nair

  • Dinesh Nair (9/19/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    No Bri, it is a resubmitted poem and in fact many had written comments on it earlier. As you say some of the new friends might have skipped it. Any way thanks a lot for your great comment.
    I obviously meant to say about a life that offers a free journey of our own....
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  • Bri Edwards (9/18/2013 5:49:00 PM)

    Dinesh, WHAT! ! ! ? no comments yet? could be because it is too deep for some readers. maybe including me? ? ?
    i see a mention of Creator, with a capital c no less! does that mean that the author has become a believer in God? it MUST mean something else. it is an interesting poem at least. if by oblivion you mean death, then i can agree that oblivion has its upside.....or i hope it will, not having experienced it yet....as far as i know.

    i wish i knew, among other things, the meaning of the last line. i just looked up scale verb and there are too many meanings. i liked the following one which was new to me but maybe not new to dinesh.

    6. Australian
    a. To cheat; swindle.
    b. To ride on (a tram or train, for example) without paying the fare.

    thanks for sharing. now to move on...into oblivion? :) bri
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013

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