Saturday, September 8

Concoction

life
the tortuous river
through time
it flows, permeates
the swamps of humanity
with all their colors
and worries and lies
with all their happiness
and sins and fantasies

life
as graceful as the fireflies
the matters of existence flies
jumps out of humanities soup
trying to reach new heights
like the yellow flower against a blue sky
contrasting feelings for the sake of dying

life
takes whichever path
it fills whichever desires
it pretends whichever care
that the heart can afford
for the mingling mixing human
forms in the intoxicating
concoction of dreams

life
towards no end
from no beginning
it hopes for nothing
but another soul
for that it can sometimes
be desperately lonely
even when in the crowded
magnitude of humanity

-gp07-


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8 comments:

Pauline said...

Very deep for such a young man. Life is an ever unwinding road. :)

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

This is wonderful. There is something that is sad, desolate almost and then out of the depths falls the other shoe or redemption. Lovely.

Jeevan said...

Exist of life here. well written.

Keshi said...

I loved this one Ghosty! U r brilliant with words.

**for that it can sometimes
be desperately lonely
even when in the crowded


I can sooo relate to that. right now my loneliness is so big that I dun wanna live anymore. Im tired of this life thats been lifeless for some time now.

Keshi.

QUASAR9 said...

Hi Ghost Particle, not only that
have you noticed that at a flick of a switch we can tune in to just about anything on tv or the Internet, and at our finger tips we can zoom in for satellite image close-ups on Earth, or soon google-like star births ... and yet with these demi-god like abilities we are still unfulfilled, we seem powerless? to deal with pain, human ailments or disease.
Maybe we should be enjoying what we have, and looking for fulfillment in other ways - like helping educate other people set in their rigid ways. Maybe the journey is where it IS at, the destination just a stop or minor goal along the way.

Alok said...

"life
takes whichever path
it fills whichever desires
it pretends whichever care
that the heart can afford
for the mingling mixing human
forms in the intoxicating
concoction of dreams"

- i loved this a lot ... in every sense of the term is so personal but so universal as well


"life
towards no end
from no beginning
it hopes for nothing
but another soul
for that it can sometimes
be desperately lonely
even when in the crowded
magnitude of humanity"

- why do i have a feeling only I am not alone

I liked this poem a lot Siva

alok

Jason said...

It's so well written. It reminds me of the feeling I got as I was reading, Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot.

Keshi said...

ty Ghosty ur one one a million!

***HUGS***
Keshi.

when

it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny