In the unclear mist,
of hasty perceptions,
the sun of reality eludes me.
on the cusp of life and death,
I see a meaning,
of a thoughtless being,
everlasting,
through the joys and agonies,
of matter and non-matter.
I grope for that consciousness,
to bless its depth,
in my vacant crevices.
all my body,
becomes one speck,
of a hidden spark, unveiled,
and the encrypted truths,
criss-cross my existence.
The fathomless boundaries of
my endless perceptions,
fade away softly…
and some unknown darkness,
grips my heart,
and a roaring chaos,
infatuates my senses,
All my cognitions,
unite in the aftermath,
and in the culmination of the incantations,
‘I’ take birth again,
after the death of a certain ‘me’.
a good one.u seem to be on the edge of to be or not to be, good better excellent, yet to be decided, is it?
yes...in many ways we die many times and take rebirths in one single life...the wise and the intelligent are aware of this...only very few of them dwell on these thoughts...and now you are one - i find deep and intelligent mental journey...10
sarvesh, it astounds me, from where all this is coming from.a very solid poem, should i say, and divine in approach.thanks for sharing such beautifull work.
very profoundly written... wonderful and sublime thoughts carved into poetic verses... really has mysterious touch.... thanks for sharing lovelots, maia
rejuvenates the heart in you, reincarnated your soul to the very essence of your very being...great poem structured with finest diction....10
so profound-- this circle of birth and death awesome poem A+++ and 10++ anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a continous process of birth and death, isn't it, sarvesh?