The canvas of Human mind
Conveys the multidimensional kind,
By the three Layers of consciousness
And the double layer of time.
‘Consciousness’ is governed by the clock
Camouflage perceptions in its growth
Mechanical time leads the life
Where birth and death constantly strive
The ‘inner duree’ records the atom
As it falls on the mental plate,
Sub-consciously irregular in its movement
Phases of growth, in the chaotic crate
Thus plays our life’s orchestra
In its imperative cryptic wisdom.
Abha! A very impressive, fascinating and thought provoking write! ! A pleasure to read! ! Best wishes! *10*! ! Friend Thad
Very provocative piece with a lot of layers. A question, though. The end line. Would it not be better to say 'plays' instead of played? I jus think it skews the rhythm a little, but that's only one opinion. Otherwise a multi-faceted and beautiful piece.
when the rich luxury of time coated the human canvas with the three layers of consciousness........the effective focus on litreature has left a lingering mark on the readers mind........hats off to you!
So Many metaphores I would have not thought of and put together to explain this deep concept...but you managed well and your river flows through your pen
Three layer of consciousness........................Thoughts of hidden dimension..........tangible existence and intangible faith..........nice poem
Great poem Abha. A very thought provoking piece of work. Well done. Andrew
Another great metaphorical poem. You use words to maximum effect, Abha, and they stay true...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, well done Abha. this is such a philosophical poem. the words are thought provoking and carries deep sea of meanings in it. its true, in life; s journey we keep on changing paths and jumping from one layer to another according to our maturity, situation and feelings. i really like your opening lines as they are very catchy and force the reader to go on to see what is coming next. since i'm an artist who always throw my ideas on the canvas so i can relate my self to these lines very well. this poem has universal appeal, i must say. take care