Matrix

Matrix

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal

This year, I met a guy,
In the same old mirror,
Who boasted of becoming,
Imago from larva,
Showing wings of flight,
Same footpaths and same sleepers,
Just with a curious new smile,
And a vision which took,
All the old color patterns,
In a new dimension,
Like a brush of magic,
That can paint even dreams you know,
And a hope to change horizons ,
Just then he saw,
A grey haired shadow,
As if it were his clone,
Walking ahead and ahead,
But still at the same place,
And suddenly the clone shadow,
Become ubiquitous,
And the grey color over shadowed,
The painting of dreams,
He shouted, How can I?
Became a part of this,
And the matrix of life smiled.

© 2014 hardeep sabharwal


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ahh something to think about was the matrix of life smiling because the muse still hadn't come to terms with the fact that he was already part of it - it was in fact only the I in he who seperated himself from the rest of the world ?

Intriguing and thought provoking

I like the length of each line too :)

Thanks x

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot KWP :)



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Liked it :)
Keep writing friend!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot
wonderful poem I enjoyed it keep up the good work

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much :)
jennifer little

10 Years Ago

ur welcome
I see it as you trying to become you, going through the realms of life only to come to the realization that you are one with all in the Matrix already, thank you Hardeep, great poem :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Richard :)
one of the best poem you have written so far... its very expressive and intriguing at same time.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot mayank, much appreciated :)
beautiful! well versed and expression of getting old before u realized u have passed the time of youth, .......How can I?........And the matrix of life smiled ! well expressed.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much June
Wow. Completely moved to a new dimension, smiling though. Absolut brilliance. Well done mate

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much Dipanjan
Ageing is inevitable and accepting it is the growth. We feel bad when we do not grow as much as our age in terms of understanding the laws of nature and life. But here you have done a fine job my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Avinash :)
a beautiful expression....loved it

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much sir :)
You take us into a new dimension to become part of it as you leave us with a smile. Bravo, sir...:)........................

Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much sir :)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome, sir...:).......
It is a very deep and well written reflection with mythological references about the inevitability of aging and death ( Larva, in Roman mythology, is a spirit of the dead, associated with darkness and its dread.) "Image of larva..." I have had to read it twice with attention

Is my interpretation correct?

- Jesus



Posted 10 Years Ago


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hardeep sabharwal

10 Years Ago

Thankyou for such a nice and interesting review :)
Tomorrowneverknows

10 Years Ago

You're always welcome!
Tomorrowneverknows

10 Years Ago


wow * "Imago from larva" ...I'm sorry

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Added on November 14, 2014
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patiala , punjab , India



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Hardeep Sabharwal describes himself as person of few words. He is one of millions of middle class Indians who do not have any ideology; they only want to live a peaceful life. The thing that hurts him.. more..

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