'ASYLUM IN INFINITE ISOLATON’
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# Tired,
Exhausted,
Plethora of:
- ado, din, bustle –
- every where. #
# Human ‘mine’,
Explodes everywhere,
Tears, disables, cripple –
My solitude. #
# Confine in
Undiscovered isle
Make rapport with
- weaves,
- ripples,
- surfs.
Hear – their melody
- subtle,
- occult,
- yet eloquent. #
# Or,
Undress mantel of mind
- to embrace ‘solitude’
- in altar of infinite ‘I’
- within my finite ‘me’.
Build cocoon,
- safely get lost
- within it. #
# Or,
Dive to get dissolved
In the ocean of solitude,
To be one
With her. #
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very high peom.showing the ways to asylum. for me i think all fire emerge from mind so it can be extinguish with mind, nothing happen if mind is still, that is the way of buddha.
you analyze the human mind well sir.. Mind is something strange.. it can run anywhere.. explode at anytime..mind can get wearied too... this again is a good one sir.. you style is very unique in most ways.. and you make the reader think.. nice to read.. love shan
mmmmmmmmmmm! sumptuous treat to readers........food for thought, straight sometimes with a dash of satire, sharp, somtimes as blunt as a cudgel.....wonderful poetry.
It’s a shade of mind where people find friends in isolation…Alias Company with innerself…amazing...Poem...
To answer Satya…MVS, ‘unless one is not bare in mind =not deceptive [sly] we can’t achieve / do any thing of worth. Here [-] minus self is projected. Not escapism.’ Where one is unable he’s every right to resign than doing wrong and it is the morale of the poem in my understanding. Well composed Sir.
'Undress the mantle of mind'! Is that a solution Sir? Can't we do anything about what is happening around. Do u preach escapism........or really that is what is left out for us........intriguing thoughts........Your poem has kindled a thousand thoughts.........yes.....no.....yes.............no.....................
# Or, Dive to get dissolved In the ocean of solitude, To be one With her. #..oh God give me asylum i the solitude there i may find some refuge...lovely imagination and after all life is soffowful occean. i loved its theme..so powerful write....10 read mine............sorrowful occean.....mothers in all forms...you go alone
mmmmmmmmmmm! sumptuous treat to readers........food for thought, straight sometimes with a dash of satire, sharp, somtimes as blunt as a cudgel.....wonderful poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem, its a little odd and acn be difficult to read but thats what i like, its designed to make you think and understand. it really seems to come from an asylum