Wednesday 21 August 2013


For   :  Verse First ~ I Cried Out




Soul-Searching

Everything is so noisy these days
I am not having a wink of sleep (cry)

I hear my swollen knees and ankles
In their sinister voices telling me
 Hey how dare you climb so many stairs?

I rather not dwell on my mind…ugh!
It has become a forest, my own making of course (sigh)
Harboring tigers and lions, rhinos and monkeys
Pouncing and roaring, chasing and screeching……..
I shudder………….and …………I hear…..    Is it my voice?

“What! It is my body. Not I the body
And I cannot be the mind. It’s my mind.
They are my possessions. They are not I.”

Then “I” must be something different………..
Now I am in search of my “I”……

 

8 comments:

  1. Sumana,

    Simply seeking a place to shelter from the bodily pressures as well as the externals in life...Familiar thoughts in your poem, which I can relate to!!

    Eileen

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  2. ....oh, been there i must say.... so hard to find self in this world full of me.... great to let it go this way... it's the start t'ward finding the real & only you... smiles...

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    1. yeah..finding the real me is another long journey......thanks for the visit :)

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  3. And the search continues till the final sleep!!
    Nice one... :)

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    1. very true Satya... thanks for your comment.

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  4. we are forever in search of who we are and that monkey mind always creates confusion for us. Nicely done.

    Dropping by from Verse First
    Suzy at http://ilasoulpoems.blogspot.com/

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