Between Truth And Reality Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Between Truth And Reality

Rating: 5.0


Something getting out of control;
out of nothing,
like a horse running through meadows.
Remembring all the scenes,
and moments of life;
in a second,
and second stretching,
like a year.
As if time has forgot to play.
Want to control the flow but can't:
Appearing normal to others,
but inside on the verge of madness.
As if you are exploding,
and collapsing;
back in a tiny snow flake.
Words becoming like puzzles,
in a giant maze;
neither up nor down,
caught up somewhere that I don't know;
and don't want to know.
Only broken birds showing paths in signs.
Thoughts and visions oozing,
from every corner of conscience:
The unforgiven one forgiving everyone,
misunderstood one understanding everyone,
torn one mending everyone.
As if you are watching yourself,
in an invisible mirror;
far from fakeness.
Neither you are far behind;
nor far ahead of them:
Don't know what happened,
and what's going to happen.
Let the time decide what's next.

Between Truth And Reality
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,depression,failure,feeling
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jagdish Singh Ramána 19 July 2019

Wonderful poem dear poet. I remember this poem and poet for great imagery and beautiful diction. I loved reading it.

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Dev Anand 21 August 2017

As if you are exploding, and collapsing; back in a tiny snow flake. giving a fine expression to the idea of depresion, .. one should never fall into the idea that i am a failure.. never.. we are never a failure.. there are thousand ways to achieve success.. pray to God. God will show you ways.. believe.. thank you my friend poet.. dev

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 April 2017

inside on the verge of madness. As if you are exploding, and collapsing; back in a tiny snow flake. Words becoming like puzzles, very expressive of a point in life when everything seems to be meaningless to the point of becoming mad in a depressive way. meaninglessness can rule our thoughts sometimes. but we have to get rid of it. very fine poem. dear poet.

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Genova Maaa 29 April 2017

Something getting out of control; out of nothing, like a horse running through meadows. Want to control the flow but can't: Words becoming like puzzles Thoughts and visions oozing, from every corner of conscience: trying to describe the indescribable in our own selves. very expressive thinking, thank you dear poet

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