From one thought to another
From sensations, internal
To sensations, external
I wander alone.
Life a swing
Between the past
And the future
Trapped in the present,
Deceiving sensuousness
Feeds the receptors
And I wander alone.
The breakthrough anticipated
Never seems to come by
In exile I am placing myself
And again I wander alone.
From chrysalis to moth
The delight of beauty
Soothing but rough,
Life continues
And I wander alone.
I am not chemical
Nor just sex
I am not physical
Nor just spirit
I culminate in all
As I lose me
In the seas of super sensuousness
And, my wandering continues.…
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This is nice too:). That is the secret of life.
ReplyDeleteFrom chrysalis to moth
The delight of beauty
Soothing but rough
Very nice--I too wander alone (we all do, really, but some of us are more open about it.)
ReplyDeleteA poet needs to walk alone to talk the truth/reality he/she sees/knows...
ReplyDeleteBut as a person, you have friends, Cyclops...nicely penned :)
wishes,
devika
** truth/reality he/she sees/knows...that looks a little complex....i'll rephrase it
ReplyDeletetruth or reality, he or she, knows or sees...in that order :)
devila