I am not this…I am not this!
Screaming, he fell into the deep abyss,
Its silence cold, blankness dark and vast
Befitting place for incorrigible lunatics
Austere men in these voids get lost!
I am not this, I am not this!
He vied with ego, as he locked lips,
On her chaliced mouth, where elixir drips
Caressed satin skin, breathed her toxic smell
An ascetic failed there, as her golden cape fell!
I am not this, I am not this!
He asserted while basking in bliss,
Baited by desire to search the hollow
Begetting Omniscience with sinister thrill
Perceived metaphors of clandestine will!
I am not this, I am not this!
Avows the baffled soul of his,
Immortality sans body, yet mind in body lives
Like a stern naked saint, who did forsake lust
Yet a morsel food he eats, until death he must!
tremendous poeticism, death the great leveller of everything mundane, of sensual and detached soul, and that is the beauty of Death, the ultimate truth of Life,
The tempo/ryhm/rythm/thoughts ammazing indeed seema! ........10/10
a good poem piece...words though turbulent create no uneven vortex anywhere...flow fluently in good rhythmic style...an absorbing read 10
read, good. please read some of my new poem. I wants your view
This is truly wonderful, a fine command over language and lovely theme!
an excellent work indeed, nicely put together in rhymical way and rep. in it which is alnost mystyle of write and i luv that way....well done seema 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sparkling poem with a fine tempo on all the lines...got an enormous job here. a 10.