I woke up,
And walked away,
Ignoring,
The body,
As it was moribund,
Lately,
The body was behaving,
Like a sluggard,
Dragging itself,
As if it was,
under lots of pressure,
to fulfill the dreams,
to stop the heart’s screams,
to live before dying,
But,
As I saw it,
Resting under the mud,
I felt weightless,
Fearless,
The union with the body,
Over the years,
Killed me,
And as it was dead,
I became alive,
I, the soul of everything,
Nothing…
I the soul of everything,
Nothing
Deep and soulful! 🌺
Thank you so much for reading..
Beautifully touching piece!
Thank you..glad you liked..🙂
Another lovely, in-depth and reflective poem from you, Shreyans. When we’re going after our dreams, often we feel two different kinds of emotions as you pointed out: nothing because we feel like we will not achieve anything but at the same time also a feeling of freedom when we try. I see you tagged this post ‘learning’. We certainly learn with each passing moment, be it an important lesson or learn where we want to go.
thank you so much mabel..you read my poems and respond beautifully..thank you for motivating..
shreyans
The pleasure is mine. Thank you for writing and for motivating all of us, always giving us something to think about.
What a thought provoking piece! We tend to carry our dreams like a burden when only they should be setting us free. I think it’s all in the head. Love how the poem ends with the resurrection of soul. Great work!
Thank you so much.your interpretation is to the point..thanks for reading..
Nice
Thank you…