Empty Poem by Kranthi Pothineni


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

Sarwar Chowdhury 20 September 2009

thoughtu poem..........fine wording! 10+

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Louis Rams 20 September 2009

as i had said in one of my poems the present becomes your past, it is something that does not last. good write sam! a ten

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Rajaram Ramachandran 20 September 2009

Sometime feelings of such emptiness in life do occur, when the dear and near ones are far away or left once for all. The poem is well composed.

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Eyan Desir 20 September 2009

Yeah I rather this poem It shows more emotions I can totally relate to it 10s

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Anju Addanki 21 September 2009

Kranthi this poem of yours made me feel depressed. Which means the feelings in u r poem were well bought out. good write.

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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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