Wake me up dear , I long to be free from the shackles of freedom
No, I cant endure anymore the trauma of this dreary syndrome;
the illness that arouses with the nothingness and harshens with the emptiness
revolts with the silence and attacks with the ignorance,
the ignorance that i chose for myself ; the indifference with reality
for it was nothing , nothing more than the illusion
The illicit laws of nature, the cryptic forms of sky
The uncertain shaking of earth ,The disguised color of water
The mystic sensation of wind , Varied portraits of life
All these I found were beyond me and so were nothing to me
The acceptance meant the lost soul so I prefer living the ignorance
for I wanted to be on the safe-site;I fear I'd lose my self
Nonetheless I was deceived ; the deception by the truth, the truth that was veiled inside the reality; the reality I ignored; the truth I escaped and now actually
I am suffering the pangs of emptiness; the purity of liberty is haunting me
That's why I wish to be rescued from the ascendancy of nothingness
Yes,I urge to feel the existence !! I need to cure my illness and pure my thoughts!!
2 comments:
Great work, Sudha!
Your writing skill is too good. I am impressed.
The sharp contrast that you bring in this poem is remarkable like shakles of freedom, disguised colour of water,etc.
And this line to me to too too good:
'The acceptance meant the lost soul so I prefer living the ignorance'.
I went through all your poems on the blog. Though, my writing as well as reading skills of literature are way too poor to judge anyone, may I take the opportunity to say that you are really good at the art.
Keep up the good work. Looking forward to more poems.
wow!!!
Me to gone through it, you must have put your tremendous effort to bring it.
Its really worth appreciating it.
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