Wandering Breaths

Rating: 4.7

I seem to have lost my lamp
during the night of wandering breaths.

I didn't know where I was when I woke-up,
I started arguing with the trees and the Rocks
and with myself. And then I cried!

Then in the distant mists I heard a voice telling me,
'No matter what happens, keep going..
for you are sure to find yourself someday'!

Hence here I am, searching very myself,
I once really was, never for my own behalf.

copyright © Siddartha Montik (Ramesh Kompella)

Saturday, November 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation,solitude
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Simone Inez Harriman 04 August 2017

A lovely poem Siddartha. Sometimes on our journey through life we can feel very lost and alone. To seek oneself, to learn to like ourselves we can be comfortably at home in our own bodies during our transition on Earth. I do believe we understand ourselves via our dreams, those we pursue in this world and those in our subconscious mind that drive us through life.

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B.u Afnan 20 July 2017

this is good... thanks for the recommendation, i couldn't read earlier as i wasn't active

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Priya Swaminathan 17 April 2017

wow this is cool the poem simply flows. nice way of using symbolism i loved it kudos

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Bisy Untan 25 February 2018

The lost lamp is inside.You depicted the great Indian philosophy of Vedantha in simple, easy words..CONGRATULATIONS.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 August 2017

No matter what happens, keep going.. for you are sure to find yourself someday'! Hence here I am, searching very myself, .... ... great write. In this earth we have to fetch day and night, happiness and lamentation, crowds and solitude etc. but in spite of these we have to proceed ahead.. Nice presentation.

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Suresh Kumar Ek 21 September 2020

no matter what happens, keep going To find yourself

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Gayatri Phukan 08 July 2019

Beautiful heart touching poem.I feel your pain.God bless you.

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Alouwou Mandjah 14 May 2019

I seem to have lost my lamp during the night of wandering breaths.....thumbs up!

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Omolara Olufemi Stephen 10 February 2019

I feel your pains they sting my eyes. In fog so thick I grope. Eyes wide open nothing to see. In waves the land my feet meet. As lost in seas in confused minds. Can we hand in hand trace our steps back? If where we 're going we know not; Let slowly retrace our steps rootward

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Christa D 09 February 2019

An appealing title matching with a great poem!

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