Ananta Madhavan

There Are Times - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

There are times when one is bereft of thought,
Rational or fancied,
A sense of being voided in mind and spirit,
Freed from sense of duty, social or private.
At such a time one lapses into nescience,
Drifting with the current of tidal waves,
Beyond the bonds and bounds of Self.
Is this negation?

One cannot find the words, but one may feel
Like a passenger cramped up in a railway coach,
Half aware of the fleeting scene, the sad suburbs,
The curls of smoke from run-down factories,
The people going somewhere or nowhere;
And minutes out of that rustic station
The fold on fold of paddy or scrub and bush,
Long stretches of montane-grassland or
Meridians of steppe, or snow-piled wasteland.

At such a time, the only hold may be the Self.
But if the void of Reason turn meaningless,
How can the traveller be sure he or she exists?
Is Reality an absolute consensus where the persona
Remains a unique entity with a mission to survive?
Can the sceptic dissolve a presumptive Reality
As the Rational in which we live? Or Is it
An inborn delusion or illusion, which in Vedic lore
Was considered ‘Maya'? A goddess of our pantheon.
Nihilism may be an iconic solace for daring to believe
That we exist before we exit.

Topic(s) of this poem: existence, illusion, reality, self

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about There Are Times by Ananta Madhavan

  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (6/30/2017 12:51:00 AM)

    Philosophical musings and logical interpretation of our inner self, life and death and much more goes into the formation of this poem. Thank you so much, Ananta M. I quote:
    bereft of thought.... A sense of being voided in mind and spirit,
    The people going somewhere or nowhere.... we exist before we exit.

    A. Madhavan(6/30/2017 2:11:00 AM)

    I thank you sincerely for your comment and interpretation. We humans, as rational beings,
    must interpret reality for ourselves every minute, as we fleetingly experience life. Even one
    perceptive reader like you emboldens me to write and send verses to be posted in PH.
    Cordially yours, AM

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  • A. Madhavan (6/29/2017 11:08:00 PM)

    I sometimes feel I do not find the words, adages or idioms to describe one's feelings
    as we pass through life moment by moment.

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  • A. Madhavan (6/29/2017 11:06:00 PM)

    I sometimes feel there are no words, idioms, sayings to describe the passing scene
    with its reverberations in one's persona.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 29, 2017

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