Wheel Comments

The rest and restless state is the creation and Cosmos, With deep love sensual or platonic can make a bridge, A bridge unto oneself....! ! !

Wheel of life moves, Like the wheel of time, Everything moves like wheel, Nothing moves in a line,

Stretching and widening to support For one becoming the other. Wheels move and hence pain oozes, Life is at depth is death and death is at depth is life,

Death becomes the centralmost point, But wheel never stops the glance of eyes, When beloved is blushed with sign. The throbbing sense of joy, The happiness of one for being dear,

Death becomes circle and returns, Life and death are two similar spokes, With movement one becomes the other, The mystery of life is mystic,

Everything becomes nothing, Nothing comes to being as something. From young to old, From birth till death,

Death is an allusion, With the general course of time,

With movement one becomes the other, The mystery of life is mystic,

Life is a slow move towards death, Death becomes circle and returns,

Linear movement is false, Everything becomes circular, Nature moves with same line, Like the wheel of a cart,

Wheel of life moves, Like the wheel of time, Everything moves like wheel, Nothing moves in a line,

This is a very interesting take on the wheel of life!

With deep love sensual or platonic can make a bridge, A bridge unto oneself. you are a depth and wonderful poet, Prabir

Beautiful poem.........../////

" With the general course of time, Everything becomes nothing, Nothing comes to being as something" I love the lines❤️

I love allegorical poetry and I like the way you started off. This is a very deep poem.

Mystery, Philosophy, Mysticism, Love, Spirituality~the poem brings Everything to the surface.... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

" Life and death are two similar spokes, With movement one becomes the other" Great lines....1000000000000+++++++++

" With deep love sensual or platonic can make a bridge, A bridge unto oneself" Love creates bridge unto oneself..it reminds me one of your best poems: - Stella 32

The wheel never stops. Life goes on. Maybe your best poem so far.