As we embrace
mortality without
awareness of
the many moments
lost to fear,
anger
and doubt,
we search
for love
in the eyes of
an affectionate world.
Lost we are,
expecting that
the pervading
potentiality
of a thought to
transform the meaning
and precision
of time
will guide us,
but we flow
in vacillation,
neither opening
our eyes
nor taking
a stand,
we want only
the gentle touch
of a loving confidant.
Caring no more
for immortality,
we lose ourselves
in human longing.
Like this:
LikeLoading...
Published by Sreejit Poole
I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter. Trudging through a battlefield of broken dreams and compromise, indecision, my weapon of choice, serves me well in ‘getting by.’ The chair, from which I rule on high, demands the virtue of the Gods, and so I keep well hidden my humanity that hems and haws. Still, my name, although unknown, swells with the pride in which it rocks, as my spine curves from the weight of a kingdom existent in thought.
View all posts by Sreejit Poole
Every day we should look under the surface of ourselves and those we encounter, for it is there we find the true treasures in this life. I enjoyed the poetic journey. 🙂
That was a deep one!
LikeLike
Very good…..
LikeLike
I like this, very much.
LikeLike
Pretty much describes the goal of many societies and they have ignored.
LikeLike
You are such a phenomenal writer!
LikeLike
Great poem – and I like the abstract quality of the photo, too. 🙂
LikeLike
I love that feeling: when you have a great photo and wait ages to use it … until FINALLY the right moment comes along! 🙂
LikeLike
Every day we should look under the surface of ourselves and those we encounter, for it is there we find the true treasures in this life. I enjoyed the poetic journey. 🙂
LikeLike