At the stroke of midnight,
I rose up against my odds,
Unheard voices and the threnody of life
Mood was like a sharp knife
I walked into the wilderness,
Got unfolded in my own sadness
As I ran deeper and deeper,
The eruption of my emotions
Threw me in a labyrinth
As I touched the plinth
I realized I was evaporated for-ever.
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I get a sense that the situation described parallels with cutting oneself (“deeper and deeper,” “like a sharp knife,” “eruption”). I think that is one of the strong points about this poem. However, “emotions” could be replaced with something sharper, and “for-ever” seems superfluous. Just suggestions though.
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Aha! I second that now. 🙂 thanks a lot for the suggestions. 🙂
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Aswathy i am not good at understanding complex poems like these as i write in simple words.Did you mean you were dreaming in this poem.?
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It’s AWASTHI* (my surname). And yes, it was a dream.
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Aswathy you got any connection with kerala?
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Hahaha! No. No connection. I’m a delhiite but roots are from Uttarakhand, kumaun. Being pahadhi. 😀
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