A stab here,
and a scratch there!!
A guilt here and
a sorrow there;
But still I stand tall
without preservations,
I am drunk too,
but without drinking!!
drunk to the senses,
with the trickled
drops of the
mundane
solitary
metaphor called life…
A search for
the passion
the faith
the senses;
so I can feel again
the touch,
the smiles and
the grieving heart!
For now
I don’t feel
I don’t see
I don’t hear
anything
anyone..
I stand here
drunk
without drinking!!
and this is how
life strikes for me!!
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Impressive.
Aggressive.
I really appreciated the poem. Keep on writing. Drop your pure thoughts so that you can create another one more good one.
A guilt here and
a sorrow there;
But still I stand tall
without preservations,
I am drunk too,
but without drinking!!
what else can i say…simply awesome…
Jugs – You live a poetic life donchya?
drunk to the senses,
with the trickled
drops of the
mundane
solitary
metaphor called life
Good put !!!
Enjoyed reading your nice poem. I think it would be so nice if I could catch your inner thoughts ‘poet in you’. Good wishes that inner you.
I know u’re one gifted writer. I’ve not forgotten ur story on sajha (posted with different nick if i’m not wrong).
A search for
the passion
the faith
the senses!!!!!! wow
” live to die
death is the fate
In the interim I pretend
I can live forever”
This is human attitude.
so called life
strikes again and again
we all stand here
drunk
but without drinking…..
Water water everywhere
But
Not a drop to drink.