Confession Of The Psyche Poem by Akshita Mandhyan
Confession Of The Psyche
In deep despair,
Dear Friend,
I bear in me,
a certain melancholic weight-
Irreplaceable.
A walk as I take
The vision blurs in blues
Between torn pixels of the landscape, and man,
I see, horrid human guilt-
Irrevocable.
While on their worldly walk, or on a ride on the backs of horses,
Whether In hats and laces, or rags torn
Through mansion and hills,
or ill bitumen stretches fenced by open drains-
or whatever.
How, I know not, I could see it pierce her vulnerable ways
Those stones that I threw at the soft skin of hers
Lies, may be, such a sadist
In this kind-coated anatomy who hurt the rippled river-
Unapologetically.
I sit, counting today, the number of sins I shaped
Like a proud fool, I followed their trail,
Perhaps jealous, an idle psyche fancied numerous ways
It could kill the hard working ant-
Psycho pathetically.
With swollen crimson vision now that I shut,
I feel the wind hit my face
And with an ache I gather memoirs
Of things I had thrown at the flat face of air-
Thoughtlessly.
I open my eyes to hear the leaves rustle
A tear succeeds its predecessor
Why, I wonder, had I crushed their innocence
Wrapped in green, a gift to life-
Undemanding.
So I look away, at the other end of my vision
I still see her smile to soothe my grief
How unaware she remains,
Of the murderer that I am of her blood, the rose I tamed-
Greedily.
Oh how every dream still wakes me up
Or at least not lets me slumber
Reminds me of the sins committed,
Most of which, Unimportant they call-
Thoughtlessly.
So mad I may be, and sad still
An eye but open to the surrounding sorrow
And pity those busy brains that run
Errands with such significant significance in life-
Primarily.
It is a poem written by person, may be even copied because that's what you do, as you are a thief. You deserve all the negativity in the world because you are a terrible person.
A poem from a person. You deserves all the negativity of the world because that you are a terrible human being
So mad I may be....... Significant sigificance. Nice realisation of significance of life. We are no better than The psyche. Nicely written. A full mark 10+++.=you may read my poem Dear frog. Thanks again.
Persons in the field of art and literature are nakedly perverted within their own self. Various reasons could be there, I think, it is in search of the actual soil of truth, they get themselves always intoxicated with another stream of thought which differs from society people or from existing thought-level of conceiving the world and its people...... Any way, Psychosis is a disease and could be removed by medical help. You can take a chance if you feel it necessary to return to the existing world as a man of society. Your poem strictly depicts you as a patient of psychosis. Obsessed sexual passion and perversion plays a vital role behind this disease. Poets and artists are the main target to make them patient........ Nice writing metaphorically well and its imagery ignites many imagination to the readers. Thank you
That's better. Better you write more poems. And I think you are a POET indeed and got your inner eyes to penetrate a world which can not be seen by our outer eyes. Just run long....
Absolutely not the psychiatrist but absolutely another psyche.
Hello. Thank you for your insight. Do you happen to be a psychiatrist?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Oh how every dream still wakes me up Or at least not lets me slumber Reminds me of the sins committed, Most of which, Unimportant they call- Thoughtlessly....................Confessions relieve the mental strains, a very impressive poem.