A Nameless Quest

Rambling on the street,

holding the daunt of the day,

for the days all identical,

like a repetition of the carousal,

and in the heart of repetition,

I nurtured an unhinged chase,

of muse, meaning, and mirth.

 

For my arms are languid,

That utters dismay of me;

As, if the bit of me,

is yearning to flee,

In this divorced unison of being,

I stand and witness,

the sacrileges saga of self.

 

The day and the body,

Gushes me into the “home”,

 inundated with effusion,

as I hold it, a mere illusion,

With the scurf spirit remaining,

My arms obstruct the carousel,

Pleading in prayers for peace.

 

But then I woke up again,

to the erosion of self,

I see decay unfathomable,

My purposes are questionable,

I put up the last conquest,

But the loss strikes me,

in the ruthless reign of ruse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Your Reviews are valuable.

Reviews

[Dennis Wolf]

I don't really think that anyone is different if they are honest..
Everyone's purpose is questionable(if they even have one)
The ego is not inherently evil, just selfish.
It's all the same in every single person.. The only difference is if they themselves are aware of it or not.
Nicely written.

[Divyani]

Indeed Dennis, Thank you so much.

[Dennis Wolf]

You are welcome.

[AYVID N]

The carousel symbolizes the monotony and grind of life, both of which I abhor and wish to flee every waking moment of my life. I think most people will relate to that feeling. There is erosion of self, decay unfathomable and purposes questionable and these stem from the meaningless grind of life. It is up to us to go against the tide and find something of worth in the factory process of life. Otherwise, we'll just live and die without bliss or peace.

[Divyani]

Thank you so much for the visit and such a wonderful review Divya!

[AYVID N]

It was a pleasure to read this poem. You have talent and your poetry has the mystical touch that is so appreciated. Please keep writing and sharing.