Empty Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

Empty

Rating: 5.0


Mornings I awake in your thoughts
My first breath starts in your memories
Day goes on in your mythical presences
Lives short time with you makes me sleep

You walked away leaving me behind
I stayed back watching you move away
But never wanted you to be back again
Instead loved living in bestowed memories

Now I am alone in this world of true lies
Truth is my loneliness and its the lie too
Truth is my love and it is the lie too
Truth is my being and my being itself is lie

Now I wonder on each and everything I see
I feel as if its my first and last encounter
I live the moment and I leave the moment
I carry forward nothing but just my emptiness

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Antonio Liao 22 September 2009

an empty feeling of emptiness....but with a memory to ponder....lay the everlasting moment to stay....i really love it...and will be put to my poem bank....Thank you my friend....God bless....a 10 +++

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Surya . 21 September 2009

a poem that is packed with values.nice to read voted10 surya

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Joseph Poewhit 21 September 2009

Lost feeling being empty.

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Shashendra Amalshan 21 September 2009

As always I love the originality in your poem.. your works are written from heart.. This again is a very moving write.. Loved your lines.. And I can kinda understand you too.. nice 10++ regards and best wishes Shan

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Ted M 21 September 2009

A phase which gives one time to reflect and then build himself to face the uncertain future. Written with great feelings...........

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 29 December 2009

‘…Truth is my love and it is the lie too // Truth is my being and my being itself is lie…’ Excellent composition in ‘push-pull’ …’light-shade’ style…multiple culminations… Ms. Nivedita UK

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Marieta Maglas 23 September 2009

Sartre published a philosophical work in 1943, his most important philosophical treatise: ''Being and Nothingness'' ''We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world-and defines himself afterwards. If man as the existentialist sees him is not definable, it is because to begin with he is nothing. He will not be anything until later, and then he will be what he makes of himself'' Love nevertheless remains a profound existential problem and a solution. Wonderful philosophical poem, lovely to read................10++++++++

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Catrina Heart 23 September 2009

An empty world which made a mark to your poem...touching poignant piece...well done! ! ! 10

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 22 September 2009

Emptiness of mind is filled by wind of divinity......a good write....

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Naseer Ahmed Nasir 22 September 2009

The essence of the poem is that emptiness is the end all. Good poem, Kranthi,10/10. Best Wishes Naseer

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