I seek that,
which I dont find.
I heed not,
what I already have.
I am possessed by
unreachable obscurities,
while I dont let my own
belongings express me
in their wanton beauty.
Wanton....as much as my breath.
And as much vital.
I dress myself in varied attires,
woven with a dispossessed charm,
wander across uncertain paths.
In the vanity of my empty froth,
I forget the substance I am.
And in the ego of my own little self...
I forget the universe I am.
Very profound. Wishing you and your creative pen only the best. Kindest regards, Sandra
Very interesting piece. Very well written. I liked reading it alot.
'i' is as allusive as life itself...one moment u think u understand all n the nxt moment the understanding turns obscure...n we r bk to square one!
'I'm possessed by unreachable obscurities'- here is a definite & clear vision helps you to see the right kind of life. your thought is very much complete & opaque by the words you play with. Going to my fab list.fantastic
hmm.......a gr8 write.....portrayed b'fully........seems lyk u hav begun to hunt for urself........gud! ! ! .....the search is endless but the journey is pretty satisfying! ! ! last few lyns r amazing..........thanx dost! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'In the vanity of my empty froth, I forget the substance I am. And in the ego of my own little self... I forget the universe I am.' Very true Sarvesh--ego the biggest killer on earth! ! ! ! ! nicely penned ++++++10 regards anjali '