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Today,
an incipient
tear falters
at
the edge of my eye The burden of the
conspiratorial shadows
still surround my present.
Having
dissolved several stars I sought
like
a foolish moth…
Yes,
I was fast too fast to last.
Youth
left only a memory of a face
--a
mean, animated character;
Who
needed assorted skins
of reincarnations to sizzle my mind
It
was an assault on my flimsy faith
Love
was the only religion, I respected
There’s
nothing left now
Just
the sin of loving
And brutal silence...
Ah, what an animated journey it was!
This poem is NOT based on personal experience...
This is such a strong & powerful piece. I could feel each line along with its images.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I love this:
ReplyDelete"Having dissolved several stars I sought
like a foolish moth"
Awesome!
Oh. Strong disclaimer for a strong poem! It's good, I think, to have animated memories of loving in the face of loss. I enjoy the moth image and also the snake image I found in the shed-able incarnations of love. Of course, there is a deeper loving that is not so quick to burn out! But, ahhh, youth.
ReplyDeleteI loved the moth image too. And, especially, "Love was the only religion I respected." A powerful write, Panchali. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteA very thought provoking and powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteAh, the memories of youth....especially vivid, and evoking of questions, is the mention of the 'mean, animated character.'
ReplyDeleteWhat a stunning recollection of a wild youth. Really very well penned.
ReplyDeleteWell, loving is never sinful, I think. But you captured the regrets, the memories of not one, but it seems several wild youthful lives. Enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteAssault on flimsy faith... that's a great line. But when it happens in youth, one can come away very scarred.
ReplyDeleteI like the image of "several skins of reincarnation."
ReplyDeleteThe title is so very captivating and yes, silence can be brutal..although not from personal experience perhaps this is relatable to many in many different ways which is a wonderful quality
ReplyDeleteI think it is true that we look back on the past, but bear in mind that those memories are what made us into who we are in the present. Kind of makes me wonder what the future will hold sometimes.
ReplyDeleteGlad i read the disclaimer in the end ...
ReplyDeleteBikram's
an animated journey is very profound.
ReplyDeletemature write.
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