Time trolls in hands of space less space of own ingenuity
in quest of truth unknown
smacking of complex mathematics from abacus.
Quest longs to belong another world of deep ocean
revered by evergreen tide beneath moon lit night
of own delusion.
illusive way of vision at times rocks me yet
onto spumes of whites soaring heaven ward
to act on veracity of my faith and belief
since my inception!
dream rooted in me expands into roof of bournie
to go beyond to hold and to cradle
on mellow lap of love
for soul to brace beauty of own enlightenment
piquing up climes of new found land of elusive love
as yet undefined,
at times standing at Bay of ocean
I submit my dream to dive into deep of ocean
to delve the truth what is yet lost in a time Immemorial
protracted to prologue..
lest it may come up to play with waves to inveigle
those hue of soaring whites across void of universe
like Knight of night to guard in safe
against muse less possibilities elsewhere
to save humanity on this devolved niche of cosmos.
Congratulations for the selection of your poem as Member Poem of the Day, my friend!
Trolls, rolls, tolls! Time and tide wait for no one; But quest longs to belong. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A well crafted poem of the day. Congrats, sir Subhendu on your picked piece...10+++
time like the Knight of night to guard in safe against muse less possibilities elsewhere to save humanity /// superb write; congrats being selected beautiful poem poem as POD
A wonderful poem though a bit philosophical! Many congratulations for this beautiful work being chosen as POD
complex poem with formalized dramatic imagery realized through sophisticated use of language
A beautiful poem with nice theme is amazingly shared here. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the member poem of the poem of the day.
An amazing innovative theme of time and space. Congrats on poem of the Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem with deep meaning of time and space. Beautiful weaving words and it makes a great reading. 'lest it may come up to play with waves to inveigle those hue of soaring whites across void of universe like Knight of night to guard in safe against muse less possibilities elsewhere to save humanity on this devolved niche of cosmos. '... is so beautiful. Congrats.