Let me rise from the deads

Let me rise from the deads

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu

I am lost in a reverie
I cannot see her truth, she will not see mine
And the weak heart in me freezes
But I rejoice in spring winds

Over blue clouds I run
hoping to steal some joy for my heart
to fill some provocation into it.
 
Seasons haunts and I am stuck in revelations
Ready to loose myself of useless configurations
I am not a subject of importance
For long , I have't smiled from the heart.
 
I have become a poem that every broken heart cherishes
My verses shred me inside my terrible aloneness
My roots of spiritual prudence endure.

I explored the mighty death and finally

Knew the meaning of life

I return to the living,with an eternal hope.

 

© 2013 Balkaran Sidhu


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Three words; meticulous, beautiful and gripping. Love this...felt like it's a part of me speaking.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


A great journey. An even greater accomplishment.

Posted 11 Years Ago


hope indeed and atleast his has the language skills, plus a moaning, sulky, hapless voice and body language to compliment his emotional turmoil, well penned

Posted 11 Years Ago


oh wow. great poem!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Good imigary. Nice

Posted 11 Years Ago


i've explored death and i've lost myself in my writing too

now i look to the likes of gary busey for inspiration and booze

Posted 11 Years Ago


I have started enjoying the remarkable change in your poems now like" have become a poem that every broken heart cherishes
My verses shred me inside my terrible aloneness
My roots of spiritual prudence endure.

have meaning and the meaning is deep, touching and calm. Beautifully expressed piece!!


Posted 11 Years Ago


Over blue clouds I run
hoping to steal some joy for my heart
to fill some provocation into it.



amazing! and the title is amazing! and the free style is beautiful!, i can never get enough of these poems!

I have become a poem that every broken heart cherishes
My verses shred me inside my terrible aloneness
My roots of spiritual prudence endure.

you make me drunk with poetry, thanks foe that


Posted 11 Years Ago


I find, I can relate to a lot of your poetry. Thank you so much for sharing them with me!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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