It is not that,
I am here with my own wish,
You can fantasize,
More innovatory,
Try to sniff it,
And elaborate that,
It is not one dimensional,
My eyes are pasted on my heart,
Two eyes, two heart,
A heart within the heart,
And my thoughts are,
No man's land.
I have read this one several times... thinking.. look at title, and read again.. the more I read the more I see and the more it makes me think.. what is the right?.. what is wrong?.. why no man's land?.. are you taunting the reader?.. or are you saddened by the status?.. sniffing out the inventory and inspecting the goods seems very cold and calculated and would surely keep those eyes open and protective... very thought-provoking.. As always such a joy to read your works..
I have read this one several times... thinking.. look at title, and read again.. the more I read the more I see and the more it makes me think.. what is the right?.. what is wrong?.. why no man's land?.. are you taunting the reader?.. or are you saddened by the status?.. sniffing out the inventory and inspecting the goods seems very cold and calculated and would surely keep those eyes open and protective... very thought-provoking.. As always such a joy to read your works..
Hard to be in the middle. Wrong and right decided by good and poor decision. You said a lot in the short poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
hah! I like that line of this little poem ouf urs, 'And my...........No man's land' True, nicely put, anyone, anything or any feeling can invade them any time, any where!
This piece is flawless . lot of ideas emerges from each line I can sense of shallowness and emptiness in the last line.
It is an intriguing poem. Neatly penned.enjoyed reading it.... keep smiling..peace :)
If I read this other way it's scientific, like beginning of the life on earth but you change the course in other half. A heart within other heart is clearly the mind where thought exist. No man's land and the poem title is little confusing for me, maybe the explanation will help.
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..