Nostalgia grips
as recreated memories
sporadically interspersed
with wistful yearnings
churn the mind
Only to be washed away
by an undercurrent
of arid reality.
Vacillating images
and torrid emotions
Raises one to
mercurial heights
Until an eerie
unholiness descends
Unnatural, almost macabre
A Pagan ritualistic rite
Shattering the silence
Making it unjustifiable
and therefore an affront
To be done away with.
Then awakening to
the reality
That Utopian dreams
are merely life threatening
And unbecoming of a
nondescript obscure
existence.
And perhaps someone
else’s prerogative.
5th January 2006, Monaco
From 'Towards a new harmony with life'
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incredible piece of poetry.some lines were too good.
ReplyDeleteDo i have to say anything? It is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Good.
ReplyDeleteWriting I feel becomes poetry only if it has a mystical element as this one. Else it would be a rhyme at best.
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