Editor's Choice
Theme: Life

Frustration Deep

So many ideas, images,
Floating by in a heap,
Surfacing up in troubled sleep,
Coming out for fresh breath,
Before drowning out
In that restless, heaving sea
Of swimming memories,
Flushed up from the abyss,
By a mysterious process,
A deadly flotsam of the
Instants gone by and buried deep.

You try to save many of the swirling
Pieces recalled from the dim past,
Some get caught -
Of those gasping sensations concrete,
Floating by merrily in your sleep,
Some get figured out easily,
And expressed in words,
While others escape as fugitives.

Whole experience is
Frustratingly deep...
As a mortal, limited,
You soon realize your time
Is up and now fast running out!


05-Nov-2012

More By  : Dr. Sunil Sharma

Views: 1388     Comments: 2

Comments on this Poem

Comment thanks a lot, Raj.

sunilsharma
05-Nov-2012 22:38 PM

Comment The poem talks about the three gunas discreetly.
As mortals, we have to immortalize the ideas.

Raj
05-Nov-2012 15:21 PM


Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.