Paranoid

Paranoid

A Poem by Sherin Rose Thoppil

Paranoid

Mind framed your truth and that was how it was always

All the passed off days stood still and started rolling back

If you are wrong then weren’t you wrong always

You feel lost, you see dark

Solitude was bliss when you had everybody around

No more it is, as you long to be heard

No more it is, when you long to be listened to

Bewildered as you are as you feel deceived

 You can’t escape, as you are all tied up

Web of thoughts, strong are the cord

One leads to another, the other leads to yet another

You kept on weaving, tangled and interleaved

Seldom you realized, you are not entrenched

Swinging, but still kept on weaving

As you are no more if you stop

But you are none if you go on with

The hollowness swallowed you, but you never felt empty

You were potent and rich.... an illusion

 But when it blow up, you will be nowhere

Reality with a sarcastic grin

Would show up as it ends........

 

© 2016 Sherin Rose Thoppil


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Moonlight pour out this well crafted emotions feeling the truths piercing deep in our souls, tangled in thoughts and realities that we are confused which one is true. I say sometimes that in life or this world today we get a passing glance over greeting eyes. I saw and witness here complexity in your own web, but you are the spider that spun it in the first place, to wait patiently for your nourishment of love, desires and what flies into your hard labors of purpose. Want to say now your physical body is a field of energy with a certain form, however, and when someone asks you your name, your lips speak it- and yet the name does not belong to the atoms and molecules in the lips that utter the syllables. The name has meaning only to you. Knowing you are unlimited self that is yet able to express itself in many ways and form and yet maintain its own identity. I see you are enlightened and keep being awesome. Let your poetry be written on bones around you. Sincerely your friend in poetry and life.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sherin Rose Thoppil

8 Years Ago

Thank you for taking time to read through. Thanks for the encouraging words.
" I saw and wit.. read more
Andrew Nelson Stewart

8 Years Ago

Keep writing and encouragement is a stepping stone to your designed destiny, but the spider you have.. read more



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Moonlight pour out this well crafted emotions feeling the truths piercing deep in our souls, tangled in thoughts and realities that we are confused which one is true. I say sometimes that in life or this world today we get a passing glance over greeting eyes. I saw and witness here complexity in your own web, but you are the spider that spun it in the first place, to wait patiently for your nourishment of love, desires and what flies into your hard labors of purpose. Want to say now your physical body is a field of energy with a certain form, however, and when someone asks you your name, your lips speak it- and yet the name does not belong to the atoms and molecules in the lips that utter the syllables. The name has meaning only to you. Knowing you are unlimited self that is yet able to express itself in many ways and form and yet maintain its own identity. I see you are enlightened and keep being awesome. Let your poetry be written on bones around you. Sincerely your friend in poetry and life.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sherin Rose Thoppil

8 Years Ago

Thank you for taking time to read through. Thanks for the encouraging words.
" I saw and wit.. read more
Andrew Nelson Stewart

8 Years Ago

Keep writing and encouragement is a stepping stone to your designed destiny, but the spider you have.. read more

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Sherin Rose Thoppil
Sherin Rose Thoppil

BANGALORE, KARNATAKA, India



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