Where Shall I go now?

I so demonic, so unwanted, 

so dreamy in alienation

Where shall I go now

From literature to the supreme?

from a life of a lover to 

a life of an eremite.

In the haunt of an author’s life

I have drank loved with ease

ll of it, the bitter and the sweet.

But where can a man like me

Bury his head now? What refuge? 

In whose thoughts? In what thoughts?

I so hopeful, so desolate, so alive

In dragging my burden of love

alone, among the dim stars of my life

So sensitive, so poverty stricken

that not even pearls and infinite gold

Can satisfy my needs, no warmth can.

For my life has become a mystical hunt

of finding myself again,

of devoting myself to the gods I have made.

Reviews

[Clive D Costa]

Pain in a poetic verse... the dark truth

[gombeggar]

drop the 1st 'I' on the 1st verse, me thinks

[Pallavi Chaturvedi]

These are the side effects of love :)
well you write your pain in poetic way, and your selection of words shows how hurt you are...

[Ruth]

To have some faith in something can give us hope, it seems...beautifully done x