Thursday 30 March 2017

Alienated...















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sometimes it is like a creaky door
heavy and morose  
things inside sound like a carpenter’s workshop
i wait with a blank face, silently
and that is when i want to grow into a forest;
all leaves, trees, barks, pebbles and rich soil,
rough textures and raw smells;
that’s when i realize,
the root of life is far;
cities have overgrown
and i am slowly diminishing
into mechanical sounds…


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8 comments:

  1. What a metaphor... I can feel that creepy door

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  2. i am slowly diminishing
    into mechanical sounds….. wonderfully written.

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  3. I think this is a most extraordinary poem, which speaks of a common sense of alienation. This is brilliantly encapsulated in your imagery. Very well done.

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  4. Excellently composed. Crafts one into a reflection of things.

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  5. Thank you all dear poets ! Appreciation is the fuel for writing more....

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