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)
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)
Did you find any other alien during your journey?
ReplyDeleteI found many Ankit...
Deletevow... nice lines :)
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Deletedear soman,a touchy one !
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DeleteThe poetry you write often takes such lovely flights of imagination, sometimes outward and many a times far far away from one ownself.
ReplyDeleteLovely lines...
Richa
Thank You Rucha...
DeleteNice Lines Sooman as always.. :-)
ReplyDeleteLife 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.”
ReplyDeleteWow...well said Jiggyasa...Thank You...
Delete"Like an Alien, alienated by self" Beautiful lines. The sentiment of 'finding one self' captured perfectly!!
ReplyDeleteThank You Aditi...
DeleteHope each and every so called "Alein" find someone !!!
ReplyDeleteThats right Abhinav...lets hope so...
DeleteAn eclectic mix of words in your poetry gives a new sense to the lines. Very nice.
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