Fall from grace
The raging disquiet notwithstanding
The mind still ravishes at ‘the thought’.
Riddance seems impossible
So does the feigning of nonchalance
Schmaltz is the tone of memory
Until the addiction begins to haunt.
Imaginations are aroused; Poetic words are formed;
Delectable is the feeling until reality dawns.
Between the ears, the war has screamed on
Picking no winner between Yes and No.
Caught between selfishness and trust,
The mind silently bears the brunt.
For the mind such dichotomies are frequent, but
This fall from grace undermines everything else.
-Thejas
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Every line expresses the confusion of the mind. . really wonderful. . but you make me think that I write “simple” poetry. .
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ayyo maga i have started to believe strongly that this is a phase of life which every loser like me goes through…confusion is very confusing .So much that, i say i am very confused and then i say “may be i am not” lol! good one maga …one suggestion, why don’t you start scripting poems in english for a change? lol!
If I didn’t have WordWeb installed, I could not have finished reading the poem. May be that’s my problem
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But I really liked the third stanza..
Dear Thejas it was wonderful seeing ur poetry! Looks great! Should u need any feedback i have something to tell! Well Keep it up!
nice poem! not sure if i understood fully.. well, thats exactly why this is a nice poem