MetempsychosisA Poem by Balkaran SidhuIts about resurrection from a heart break......but doesn't end with 'moving on..I surrendered to silence And to my vacant mortality! Atrophy was my incubus dream, conscious in harmony I wanted to ascend again, from the grave? I remembered the fallen, the slain Their dust was my groundwork. And I considered their suffering and ache For therein lied a new creation. I wanted to exercise New configurations and hues Over the fragile ores of fading youth God prearranged the days of evolution. Silent stones of granite crayons Enveloped now in sacred dew Sleek somber words of restless desires Of Resurrection, of reincarnation. I wanted to feel the spirit of humanity In mortal time that flowered still I wanted to feel poetry in transcendent light Of brief afternoons that did not give us closure. Of how we are singular before God And as united as seeds of sand, under water Multiplying ourselves in creation's artifice I wanted to experiment with Living and loving and finding my true self. As because of the wild drizzling, Baffled sight had bricked up an unkempt Image of mirror, I was loosing myself, Illusion had subdued my every gesture and Incarcerated me in the deceptive room. I was perceptive when my image loomed, Hailing from the dark clouds arose an ocean, as the resurrection! Apparent Elements were incredulously varying from their Inceptions,Illusion was betraying my sight with its elusive reflection. Life allowed me to glimpse the past but not the fortune, so the shred of ocean was dwindled away into clouds to indulge the term of evaporation, but the clouds couldn't emulate it but those were reflected in the ocean, I was clung by the lingering past. Inside the shared Veracity of poetry The voice and the language of scriptures The retention of my poetic forms You may have never read, the devoted songs But even in the after-time of wispy voids I chose you, and I sought you alone.
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5 Reviews Added on July 21, 2013 Last Updated on March 29, 2014 AuthorBalkaran SidhuHanumangarh, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutHome will always be here... Poetry Anthology- http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Facebook -https://www.fa.. more..Writing
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