Thoughts cuddle
To be sieved, chosen,
hugged
Bubbling out of a
puddle
Some burst, some stay
Like flotsam serving
innuendoes
Of a baggage in a
corner of the mind
A whisper is sensed
Only if one cares to
listen
Like the rhythmic
chugging rails
Savoured by ears
pricked for it
The gentle hush of
sound and air
Acknowledges from the dumpyard
of wistful musings
Percolating from streamlining
for sobriety, lest
They shadow the
essence of real-time
Breaking from the chained Karma, nevertheless
Perfecting
imperfections, I am not me, I find sometimes...
Let me build a world
of my own
Yes! A world of my own
Cocooned from the mundane
ordains
Barricading against
whimsical manipulations
Hastening conflicts of
interest to beat a retreat
Walk through alien
landscapes
Sieving my fears and
obstacles
Revealing them in new parameters
Where novel
perceptions are born
Perceptions mind it!
not decisions
That are willing to
mingle with
The other side of the
mirror
A balance I seek in the process.
A balance I seek in the process.
Let me do that,
once in a while
Lay bare the windows open
For a whiff of air to snuff out chaos
Bold enough to torch out of an abyss
Engage in harmless snippets
In blithering conversations with self
Secrete the juices churning within
Clean up my confessions
Yes! let me do that, once in a while…
Run away to come back home.
Hobbies brings out the
true form in us. But often they are buried for want of time though inclined, or
for want of courage to give it a go. Perhaps, it is the constant feeding of
winning and losing that gets in the way here too! Recently I discovered a
friend who could write poetry. She wrote one for her sister. It is not a
layered verse form but direct and straight, where she found happiness sharing
it with her sister, a piece which both of them will treasure and perhaps, she
will be encouraged to write more.
Ok, I wonder if the
poem conveys this – going by volition for velleity– now this note is going
longer than the piece itself!:)
where Anna tends the Bar. at dVerse
..I could be wrong, but what I see here is the struggle to stay one step ahead of one's and society's pressure to conform, to be distracted, while so many important thoughts go by us..we need to not be so much a refection in the mirror, but be able to present another way of seeing, expressing what gets muddled in the mix of everyday noise????? Love the flow of thought..then the gardening ..ha.
ReplyDeletenice...i like the images...the cuddling thoughts..the chugging rails and creating a whole world with those words...magical...
ReplyDeleteYou convey very vivid images throughout this poem. A very nice read.
ReplyDeletethe images are vivid and beautifully portrayed ... loved this one.
ReplyDeleteI stumbled upon that prompt and didn't attempt it, but you did so well with this, Akila, and thanks for stopping by my blog, too.
ReplyDeleteOne of the best devices in this (aside from the lush imagery... you have a way with adjectives, my dear) is the formatting of the poem itself, differentiating between the GOGOGO and the feeling your way through it.
Nicely done! Peace, Amy
"Thoughts cuddle" brought a sense of life to individual thoughts, as if they are special little creatures!
ReplyDeletei love the turn about halfway through in this...it really picks up momentum for me there...my fav part though is the lay bare by the windows open...there is something refreshing there...the contradiction in running away to come back home is really cool in the close as well...
ReplyDeleteI like your images, particularly in the first three lines.
ReplyDeleteWalk through alien landscapes
ReplyDeleteSieving my fears and obstacles
Revealing them in new parameters
Where novel perceptions are born
That's the way it should be! One can trudge along in uncharted territory and make discoveries.This can guide our perceptions in life! Nicely Akila!
Hank