Blossoming far on faint horizon,
Hope in its fake material realm,
In the thoughts hidden dimension,
Of virtual imagery macrocosm;
Deceptive celluloid human face,
Pretending unnatural spiritual farce,
Fake friendship tempting to be true,
Covering with veil of values scarce;
Living Life in reckless haste,
On a shadowy grinding stone,
With apparent hopes, fluid as paste,
Under influence of wasteful clone;
Truth mundane is absolute apparent,
Believing unpretentiously sacrosanct,
Searching deep with spiritual penance,
Finding void in flesh and skeleton tenant;
Hypocritical opportunity thunder,
Pouring in life’s chance showers,
Decorating the delicate soul under,
With a fictitious Rainbow cover;
Resigning to devout faith and trust.
Following essence of divine light,
To lead virtuous life without waste,
Under metaphysical life’s pseudo twist;
A weaving of word like fabric.From simplicity to sensual complexity...Glad i found illusion
According to veda Baghvan created this earth and humanbeing under hallucination or illision. So whole creation is His Maya. Only Nirvana can free you from this Maya. Great piece Vidyadhar.
A creative and compelling composition written in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind.
Decorating the delicate soul under, With a fictitious Rainbow cover; Wonderful poem composed and shared really. Each line expresses deep meaning. Beautiful one and heart touching.
As in Solitude, a good idea and thoughtful images are a little let down by the irregular rhymes (v.1, lines 1/3; v.2, lines 2/4 don't rhyme as the sound is different; v.3, lines 1/3 and 2/4; v.4 lines 1/4; v.5, lies 1/3; v.6, lines 1/3/4 almost rhyme) . But the difference between appearance and reality (does the reference to 'celluloid' mean you are looking at a film?) , between the artificial and the natural, is brought out well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Much of our lives see-saw on the threading of reality & surreality....Our minds have a natural penchant to air towards the chimeric, as opposed to logic...especially in crisis, when we shuffle to avade the inevitable....Such a fine line indeed....and very well depicted, here...Nice Work. ~ FjR ~