! ...Evasion Poem by Seema Aarella

! ...Evasion

Rating: 4.9


Like a withdrawing Lilly
Devoid of its substantial charm
I recoil into the asylum
Of an imposed isolation

When words become a chokingly
Uncontainable extravagance,
I renounce voice and retreat
Into hibernating caves of silence

When truth penetrates and ridicules
My guarded solemn beliefs
I helplessly elude and hide
In the dark dungeons of ignorance

When the badly changing world
Ceases to inspire my acumen
I fall back on my deceased past
And fumble the relics of ashes and bones

With an inexperienced hand
When I mess up the canvas of life
I evade the caverns of existence
And begin the primitive carving with stones

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aijaz Asif 13 November 2008

a superb write indeed almost i can relate it to myself...thanks for sharin semma ji 10++++

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Kesav Easwaran 13 November 2008

An emphatic write...philosophic intellectual mystic...this evasion is a self inflicted punishment we often choose 10

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Sathyanarayana M V S 12 November 2008

This is kind of crisis intellectuals often get into. So beautifully penned full of excellent rhymes; mellowed tone............10

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 12 November 2008

Don't evade from reality.......but fantasy and dream are just a stone throw.Well done Seema.

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Sarwar Chowdhury 12 November 2008

wow! truely an artwork! chosen words are fine! captivating verses! ....10++

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Krishna Baalu 09 February 2009

Lovely! When truth penetrates….” Your solemn belief itself.. become the truth for yourself… Krishna Baalu

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Indira Babbellapati 20 November 2008

begin the primitive carving with stones...wow!

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Anjali Sinha 14 November 2008

yet another masterpiece-- sterling qualityXXXX10 love anju

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar 14 November 2008

When A.R.Rahman set music the lyrics are immetirial. when you write a poem it subject is immaterial. i love the flow, i love the words and i love your skills.

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Dr.subhendu Kar 13 November 2008

evade the caverns of existence And begin the primitive carving with stones............... oh what a wonderful flow of words breeze of spring when whispers to ear...fantastic appeal, a dazzling glow in deep darkness, night swells up by the gleams of images, great write i do admire,10+++, thanks for sharing

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