Is That You?

Is That You?

A Poem by Ishan Sadwelkar
"

For a lost friend.

"

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That’s you

Ravaging in the streets

Cold as a morning whisper

Dead and novel

Raped by the false trap of eternity

Because life gave you

Nothing but infected skies and decayed walls

To hang your goals and mistakes on

 

We all

Cried in this same country

Exchanged gifts as a ritual

Treated each festival as routine

Spoke about our brittle marriage with faith

Clapped after each failure

With static eyes and unfinished sentences

 

That’s you

Lost in your own epilogue

A strange aftermath

A creature thrown onto a wall

Maybe only a reason to be withdrawn

From the usual pangs of reality

 

That’s you

Fittingly in the streets

Vanishing like the smoke of a factory

 

A spot of dust in a see-through atmosphere.

 

© 2010 Ishan Sadwelkar


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This is a pretty cool poem. Your emotions really showed through this.The second to last line "Vanishing like a the smoke of a factory" needs to be edited. I think you just need to ditch the 'a,' but I'm not 100% on how you want to change it. Other than that, this poem is pretty good. Great job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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A harshly-beautiful poem, though it be tinged with bitter realism and industrial imagery. There aren't too many cracks within this concrete block of verse where damningly-powerful words cannot be found. The ones that strike my like a wrecking-ball, however, are these:-

"Raped by the false trap of eternity
Because life gave you
Nothing but infected skies and decayed walls
To hang your goals and mistakes on"

..Words carved on a headstone of granite.



Posted 14 Years Ago


I usually find myself lost in my own epilogue.. i mean, i try not to...but theres so much..that i cant seem to not get lost!!!!! its a crazy crazy thing.. for really reals. :P
well, i really liked this. it was awesome....and flows, and has that dark quality that i like. :D Good job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very good piece. Cold as a morning whisper and lost in you own epilogue are velvet words.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Ishan, your imagery never fails to impress, inspire and hit hard! lol

An awesome poem love, one I shall be back to read again! xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


Anger, pity, sadness...I loved this! Truly awesome!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I might be found raging through the streets drunk with a sword in my hand like Caravaggio...now, if I could only learn to paint like him! I suppose I shall have to settle for being a simple poet. lol Wonderful write, great imagery.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is incredibly written. Beautiful imagery, and powerful words.
I especially love "That's you Lost in your own epilogue."
Amazing piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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