Saturday, 6 July 2013

An Alien...

On the Moorland, I Stood Alone,
Like An Alien, Alienated  By Self,
In Search Of A Nameless Identity,
In Some Undermined Cemeteries .
I Dug Up Those Uncanny Habitats,
Where Lethal  Mushrooms Dwell,
For A New Dawn To Open Its Eyes,
To The Gloom Of Incompleteness,
All Over Again Trying To Equivocate,
Through My Anonymous Squiggles,
When I Sign Auxiliary Pseudonyms,
Gathering The Impersonality Of Art…


(Linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge)

17 comments :

  1. Did you find any other alien during your journey?

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  2. dear soman,a touchy one !

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  3. The poetry you write often takes such lovely flights of imagination, sometimes outward and many a times far far away from one ownself.

    Lovely lines...

    Richa

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  4. Life is all about finding our identity. Like George Martin said in The Game of Throne “Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”

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    1. Wow...well said Jiggyasa...Thank You...

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  5. "Like an Alien, alienated by self" Beautiful lines. The sentiment of 'finding one self' captured perfectly!!

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  6. Hope each and every so called "Alein" find someone !!!

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    1. Thats right Abhinav...lets hope so...

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  7. An eclectic mix of words in your poetry gives a new sense to the lines. Very nice.

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