Your Deluded Philosophy

I loved more than what was possible

More than what was necessary

I perhaps loved you more than you deserved

In the poetic rage of too much living!

 

You floated away from my bulk of love

Confined in your own obsessions

Inside the false shackles of real-life burdens

And in the anatomy of going frenetic.

 

I still stand here,flowing like a narrow creek

ready to fill your alluviums with minerals

I am still the spring sun

who can make your buds grow.

 

I love you too, more than you could handle

more than you could imagine,my spiritual passion

Now that I have lost authority of my heart

Who am I to give it to anyone?

I carry you like an artist

In your deluded philosophy 

I cherish the Quantum woes of sun

All for you my pretty one.

 

Reviews

[Dawn]

Wow, what a splendid showing of poetry's artistic flare. You captivated me with the emotion that seemed to permeate each word.

[Loner]

Great expression of love ......

[Mike Emil]

so many people love me from afar for myself and my work

[captain]

Simply Beautiful, I like it!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

What I like about this one, is the integrity which exudes through your articulations, your emotions and responses of young love are relatable to anyone, very Shakespearean. Wonderful use of language also.

[Kanchan Ojha "Eureka"]

:-)

[Blue Ivory]

One thing I should probably tell you about your poetry. Not to sound racist, but it's really hard to tell that you're from India. You don't have that thing that people from our subcontinent have...I don't really know how to explain it. It's like their English sounds...well, memorized. Yours is natural and fluent. You sound great effortlessly. You're not using big words because you were taught that's how to be a good writer, and you don't sound like you're trying to write like the poetry you've grown up reading.

[Clive D Costa]

great! marvelous! you name it

[Dayran]

You tell them Bal.