my past is erased,
my present is clipped...
my future camouflaged!
any speck of thought is gripped in fear,
any contemplation ending in suspicion,
I'm not sure of any next second!
ethics shout loud to check my perception,
'not all is as it seem, not all can be at blame! '
my senses seem going berserk....,
indication remained only in utter pain,
burning in every breath and its work,
getting me in such treacherous trauma,
in the end tossing me into an eternal irk!
can't be like this in any of my make-up,
could be the reason lying with no basis,
after all nothing can be beyond the 'karma', the thesis!
no wonder i starve for a fresh breath,
even as hottest but as fresh!
or even my honest compromise,
to get shot in a split second,
to be forged under a sledge-hammer,
to sublimate in a blast-furnace!
all I want is 'that fresh breath'!
copyright © Siddartha Montik (Ramesh Kompella)
Your message in this poem is communicated well 'fresh breath'. May you always have it but try and avoid the last one. I like your writing, but if possible use the tools we have at our disposal nowadays, spellcheckers grammar checking, rhyme checker etc., enjoy your poems, keep writing. Hope you don't mind the constructive remarks.Best wishes Damian
we are the center of a circle and the circumference of it is drawn by the three(past, present and future) . without one of the three, life has no meaning. brilliant writing Siddartha.
yet the German way of Medication made me suffer and still am in..and had to Write these lines and in pain..and still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The life a great experience to be experienced and reviewed frequently for a good voyage or journey to the oblivion. Wonderful poem.