I can not decide...
This is isolation or its loneliness...
Is it emptiness? ?
What is that? ?
Its filing me...
To the point of agony...
Trying to love...
Who cannot love me back...
Confusions...
Illusions...
Love...
Hate...
Death...
Salvation...
Can we be Budhha? ?
I need peace...
Is there anything like peace? ?
Is it exists? ?
Split from inside...
Betrayed by emotions...
They left me to rot...
I am seems like a looser with naked secrets...
Like a joker...
Everybody plays their character...
In the play called 'life'...
Afterall actors can entertain the people...
Can't their selves...
Fragments of time cut me into pieces...
Not asking you to save me...
Its too late...
I can't accept myself as a wretch...
These fading sentiments...
No cradle lasts forever...
Every bird must learn to fly...
We are going to the stars...
To see fire in the sky...
To see what is beyond the hell...
What is life...
That we cling it too tight? ? ?
Now only death greets me warm...
I am just saying goodbye...
this poem conveys a very strange yet powerful message.....great write....so true and sophihistical poem, , thanks for sharing
wow....all the feeling poured into one piece........i am speechless
Utsav....I love your way of writing, selection of words..... Your an amazing poet.... beautiful poem... Rain
Goodbye many times comes before good morning. A poem that shows the rabid reality of life and its challenges. Well done my friend!
so touching........nice.......... there is a pure eternal presence within everybody.....when one realises that and let go of all their shameful deeds, he finds his powers....nice poem....kp going...
touched my heart your loving lines............. well expressed. Brother! Welcome to my page!
Distinct thought and a wonderful attempt to understand the line of life and death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Utsav Patel, how do you come to the conclusion that you are alive? You could be dead in a parallel universe? From my mud ball fest very different to the la tomatina that happens in Italy I assume, the crux of the matter is the rid the gap between you and the pseudo you, and whoa you become what you are, superman, batman, what ever, good luck.