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Nothingness....

Can I not live
Not overtlyprotecting
A distant non existent
Picture perfect future

Surrendering
The simmering insolvable puzzles
To the invisible cosmic wisdom
To take over from here

Just live in the moment
As goodly as I can
While I embrace my queer indulgences.
And I just dream; another distant dream.

Feb 12, 2010. / minor edits feb 14, 2010..on the way to jitm parlakhemundi
Completed in BBSR....


this poem is the product of multiple iterations....in the process the initial thoughts might hv slithered out of the mind....and a new meaning may have taken over...maybe when i read it again..i ll feel the essence of the initial thought is lost somewhere...dunno....am actually a bit confused....so easy to loose one's objectivity when one tries to evalute one's own poems...crazy struggele....

cheers!!!!

ps - more or less agreeing on this version....think may be a good idea to remove blind faith post...feb 14, 2010 Parlakhemundi

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  1. this sounds good too - hwevr i am hardly a connoisseur! that someome can actually form words in verse and rhyme and post them online seems very brave to me!

    keep going.

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  2. brave!!!!......doesnt sound as a compliment..uve gotten subtle in ur comments :P

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