He walks along close to me all the time
At times goes ahead, falls behind sometimes,
Talking all the while laughing aloud often
Bitter accusing words many times
What others around watching us would think?
Pretend I want not to listen, ignore
That provokes him to talk harshly more
Prompts him to go louder each time
Hindrance his voice to my onward slumber
The one silent in the light is a friend better!
This booing shadow of my mind's inner,
This conscience I bear is no better
16 02 2009
brilliant poem, Kesav! the last two lines are best... very high level
Yeah but one must cross the barrier of conscience because conscience is made by thoughts imbibed from society...... Then you will find true guidance- a guidance of your soul. Yes for that one must be sincere should be bereft of preferences, impulses.......... The processes is painful but every one must do it in this life or life hereafter.This is the only way.... Also know as walking on razor sharp path............ And heaven of endless bliss wait at other side.......... Good Write.........
sir....this poem has great depth.....inner struggle is shown so brilliantly....you rreally have given us a poem which forces you to think...It goes to my fav list.
In reading this poem, I can almost picture Conscience walking around...flesh and bone. It's brilliant!
very very nice piece. i really enjoyed. we do have a conversation with our concious without realizing it. thanks alot for sharing it.
Nice piece, u'r conversant with wordplay...a nice style. We can't do away with our conscience, we are one.It defines our fate.
Another masterpiece Kesav....reminds me of Shakespeare's Hamlet...'Conscience doth make cowards of us all' 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting Kesav. I think sometimes we would, really like to see our conscience as someone else and some look at themselves that way anyways. Thankyou for sharing