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Friday, August 2, 2013

Stoic Realm

“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.” –William Faulkner

Darkness ain't stranger;
pretty familiar with that pain,
that resides somewhere around;
breaks me apart again and again.

Those commitments of happiness;
due since quite long time,
leaves me almost speechless;
like an artist involved in mime.

Got my wounds ripped off;
and there is no more scream,
for it’s hard to feel anything;
being a citizen of stoic realm.

Longing for the difference to feel;
between happiness and sorrow,
that keeps fading away;
in the hope of better tomorrow.

Scars replaced by new wounds;
so foreign to my memory,
overshadows my happiness;
am clueless, so eerie.

Have seen my only hope dying;
yet occupied by fake dream,
knew that’s never gonna turn real;
being a citizen of stoic realm.


P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Work Of Mood Swing 


  1. We think that nothing bothers us..
    we are too stoned to feel anything..

    but, does that really happens ?

    1. No, we think that way and that's what we do. But actually it bothers us.

  2. hope,aspirations,mystisism,pain,agony,fidelity,futility of life,nostalgiac remanances......all emotions shimmering through the lines....you always deeply on these issues..the pic is thought-provoking~.....sometimes I wonder about life...one keeps sailing without knowing the destination..it's mystery, it's shroudiness keeps me uneasy..it's as if shadows keep flickering and one keeps chasing them mindlessly....but my intuition says man has consistently failed to recognize the grand order..there's a sequence and a pattern to it...the controller of such an order is whom we call almighty...nothing happens without a reason...HE has beautifully connected the dots to create meaningful patterns..it's a programmed peice of code that runs across,events are pre-decided...fate and destiny are mere names of this master program....I also believe that it's possible to predict...everything and anything..imagine a situation where a tadpole resides at the bottom of a well,he has no knowledge what-so-ever of say the eagle that rules the sky...for the tadpole,rise in water level of the well is an extra-terrostrial phenomina, where it might be the effect of a bucket of water thrown by a villager...man is no different than a tadpole,only the frame of reference changes from a well to a larger context...one has to make an effort to contemplate the meta-physical world...it's possible to look into the future if one gains an insight to the working of the grand machinery...just like the delusionary world of a moth that thinks of the bulb for the moon....~ until then one would keep chasing shadows..################# well, if you have reached this line,I hope there's some sense to it...these days I have switching fast b/w the real and the imaginary hallucinatory world and I keep writing what the world calls non-sense...but what the world calls hallucinatory non-sense is only bcoz their sense-organs fail to derive meaning from it....++++this has got longer that your poem..what the hell I am doing~~ perhaps my hands keep typing, spell-bound by my mind...I should publish bcoz all non-sense must come to an end~~ :)

    1. Wow! Where did you get that tadpole concept form?

      "but what the world calls hallucinatory non-sense is only bcoz their sense-organs fail to derive meaning from it" -that's something I agree.

      Don't you think the comment seems to be a post itself? ;)

      Thanks for stopping by. :)


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