the Thinker

Love is so crippling at times
It drives a spear through my heart
Until all my blood drains and
My entire being pines.

Then It sits back and laughs
As if it were a joke of some kind
I am left with gashes all over
And gather my shattered halves.

Hope is so blinding at times;
It leads me to a mirage
telling me what paradise lies ahead;
when truth pierces me with spines.

And then It sits back to watch
how I scream and cry.
Later I hear Its frozen whisper saying,
‘You were easy to catch.’

Time can be deceiving at times.
It lured me with a picture
where It wove golden threads of bliss;
And the best of my times.

And then It stood in its entire prime
To see how much can I bear
The sound of hollow dreams
And its mirthless chimes.

So here I stand, a league apart,
Hurt, betrayed and deceived;
Still counting carcasses
of broken dreams,
of dead hopes;
and most of all,
chunks of my bleeding heart.

Note: With this piece, I have completed my triology that started with Cleft. I wanted the pieces to connect through a common thread of thoughts or ideas; I wanted to link them through an emotion or a emotions that are similar in nature and the where differences are mainly situational. Therefore, the despondency is common in all three. Lastly, I wanted them to flow in to the next piece so that somehow the readers could find a connection between the three somewhere. I do not know whether I succeeded in doing so. Only your comments will explain.

Amrita

Dear Amrita,
Very poignant indeed...I can see the flow and the despondency which connects this one with its predecessor...but I dunno why you would want to give expression to such a feeling...maybe I am not so artistically gifted as some people are, and I see greater beauty in the efforts of the human spirit to break the manacles of despondency and I derive pleasure from doing so in my personal life. I am not Vasudeva Himself to be in peace all the time...I too despair (though Srini would not believe it..lol), and I have moments of doubt...but the exhilaration that accompanies my coming out of these moments through insight and inspiration...that alone is worthy of being immortalised in verse...
Optimism is not an attitude, it is a religion.

Best Wishes

May Sriman nArAyaNA be with you

SARVAM SRIKRISHNAARPANAMASTHU!  

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anand,

very happy to see that the first comment on this post is yours and am equally enlightened to know that optimism is a religion for u.well, i am not very artistically gifted either, but i just wanted to explore Pain as an emotion, not really in the physicalsense of it...but more in the metaphysical context. So the first in the triology was more subtle than the other two. the feelings turn more predominant in Cursedand finally to show the true anguish of suffering soul, Cripple was written...however, i am not sure how far i ve succeeded..depends whether people who read these three pieces feel the way i did when i wrote them. anyways, it is really great to know that yuo believe in driving despondency out of life and fighting it instead of succumbing to it. such a spirit deserves a salute and your thought is evidently reflected in your philosophies and posts..keep it up!may Lord Krishna be with u lways.  

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Amrita,

"That's a ripper!" Bill Lawry would have said. Personally: an intensely subtle account of the shattering reality of love. Still more emotionally: a pragmatic balm to a deeply hurt sense of reason! Wouldn't like to say more for the moment. I have a post too. I am not self-deprecatory generally, but the post might seem quite cynically disordered, especially in front of your own trilogy. But should you find time, you are welcome to visit!

Have not read your "Cleft" yet! Shall do so next week. Cheers!  

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hi srini,

glad to see u back...and thanks for the comment...don know whether it was a 'ripper' or not; however, wanted to make it to be intense and am glad to know u felt the intensity. looking forward ti reading ur piece. failure in love generally are cynically disordered. n don worry, i ll definitely make time to readur interpretation.

Cheers!!  

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amritha i dont know what , sometimes your works reflects what i see, what i feel . your trilogy was i dont want to say amazing since it is amazing for the way you write but then its so strong tghat it did touch my heart , i could feel the pain . "you were easy tocatch" :) i know i have felt that so many times .

Love is so crippling at times
It drives a spear through my heart
Until all my blood drains and
My entire being pines.

Then It sits back and laughs
As if it were a joke of some kind
I am left with gashes all over
And gather my shattered halves.

//Yet we all love ,
love to be loved
the shattered halves that you gather when spears of love
pierce you through still seems with life for they have been loved ! //



Hope is so blinding at times;
It leads me to a mirage
telling me what paradise lies ahead;
when truth pierces me with spines.

And then It sits back to watch
how I scream and cry.
Later I hear Its frozen whisper saying,
‘You were easy to catch.’


//Hope does hunt for the easy prey
sometimes you and i land up so fine
but how else do we have to tread
the path of life ?//

Time can be deceiving at times.
It lured me with a picture
where It wove golden threads of bliss;
And the best of my times.

And then It stood in its entire prime
To see how much can I bear
The sound of hollow dreams
And its mirthless chimes.

//Time moves the needle of life,
just as it pleases
none knows who holds
the handle ,to push us past
strangely we need still keep moving with
love and hope as our guards! //

So here I stand, a league apart,
Hurt, betrayed and deceived;
Still counting carcasses
of broken dreams,
of dead hopes;
and most of all,
chunks of my bleeding heart.

//now you know we are alive ,
else our heart never bleeds
now we know we dream
else they never shatter
now we know the light of hope
glows bright , else they are never dead!//

i just gave my posts .. sorry ! :) pls if it sounds odd .. but just wanted to convey thatall good ll happen to you
take care da  

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I stumbled on your blog by chance, and I should say very poignant way of putting forth the human emotions.

Excellent flow language and thought. Not sure what made you write on emotions (depressing state), but once gain well put.

Will definitely return back to read more of your postings.

Kat  

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Amrita,

The "follow up" post is finally up! (prasans.blogspot.com). Check it out if and when you find time! I would not call it a verse (because it does not have a conscious structure) nor is it a prose piece as you will see! Do hope that the reading is worth your while... but I must admit that it is quite a "pale follow up" in front of your poignant one on "Beauty!"

PS: No I am NOT comparing, I never do, just stating facts!

Cheerio:-)!  

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lovely words...we can feel the despair. It leaves so many golden memories which fills our mind, but still Love is one strong force to with held....you have crafted the lines beautifully!  

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Hi Amrita,
Thanks for your lovely comment and Read your poem, its great but wo0nt bale to think in depth. I will soon be return to blogging and will definetly let you know.
Take care
Mona  

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Hi! I wanna be your friend Amrita.  

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