Severed from self
It is just
A selfless existence
Of this body
Made up of mere clay
Nomadic thoughts
Your mind loves to create
Untrodden paths
Your feet tend to walk
Unknown words
Your tongue slips to pronounce
Speak with care
You are not allowed
To say
What has not been told to you
Yet
My Love should be fearless
Then
Why all the time I have worries
Of my poor self
My pocket is crying for
The chocolates
My daughter loves to eat
My wife is building a new home
On the graveyard of my old dreams
My shoes have grown a little older too
Like the sadness in my mother’s eyes
I can replace my middle-aged lusterless shoes
With the young ones having a pristine shine
But what should I do
To rejuvenate the marks of happiness
In my mother’s lifeless eyes
And
In my life’s soulless existence
This life is nothing
But a wakeful dream
I was predisposed to live
Then
Why am I rebellious
To my default operating system
I keep on customizing
My intrinsic programming
With an artificial intelligence
Errors and bloopers
And what I get in the end
Is nothing but
A rootless existence
Nov 29,2008
hmmmmmmm...well i need to read this again maybe in the morning and then.......dwell on it........good write.........well done
Kamran, This is toooooooooooooo difficult for me to understand dear. I have to perform postmortem on every line here. You are a very intelligent poet and I have yet to reach your level of perception. So what comment can I give you except that all that you have written is simply the best.---Keep up your good work May God Bless you-- is my sincerest prayer for you. regards anju ++++++++++10
a nice and different and a well thought poem. words are nice and theme is goo too.
very thoughtful i love how it moves along.. Very peacefully.. Great write Krista
This life is nothing But a wakeful dream I was predisposed to live Then Why am I rebellious To my default operating system I keep on customizing My intrinsic programming With an artificial intelligence Errors and bloopers And what I get in the end Is nothing but A rootless existence Just brilliant in a rootfull kind of way.. only those who haven't lost their roots can say.. ..Simply.....beautiful beyond words...John
A deeply profound poem in which one's intrinsic thoughts have been written with emotional restrainst.
Truly mind provoking..revealing what was once been so blind within... Wonderful poem..truly a piece of art!
Great Read. I loved it! It made me smile.
This life is nothing But a wakeful dream I was predisposed to live Then............................................. it is the crux of quest from time immemorial living gets baffled by the life by the appocalypse it is the rainbow over the blue sky in time and space queries when all unanswered onto the last dregs of rain.............wonderful verse by the living slowly sprucing the skin of life and again on decline, yet introspective, history repeats on and on the body of eternal stream slithering to the void of vastness, great write,10++++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great hauting philosophy. I need to read it again and again to digest. So many beautiful lines with highly touching thoughts..............10++++++++++++++