When life keeps going
and it keeps me going,
every moment is defined
every emotion occupied,
it is hassle free, yet
bustling every way around
ample fun out of every pound
lights activity dance and sound
lots of momentum and energy abound,
and suddenly I close my eyes
to look within and feel my vibes,
I want that me time so precious to me
where my eyes are closed yet I see
through the tall walls of hedonic heaps
I wish they crumble as realisation creeps
I want solace I want peace,
through rising walls
or crumbling bricks
I don’t care and I can’t bear
I wish to live away from fear….
fear of being sucked in,
in to the black hole
of magnificent fake affluent life
and wails of the destitutes
screeching through my ears
tearing out my heart….
am scared of rising walls
and crumbling bricks…..
wonder how I get trapped in groans
I shut my eyes and plug my ears
look within and let out my tears
and words flow through my pen
melting away all my fears
to regain confidence and
set my gears….
poetry is all that keeps me alive
I rest my head in its lap and survive….
nothing but my pen
and my mind I possess
I breathe my thoughts
and fears I suppress…..
when life keeps going
and it keeps me going
words are bliss
and Poetry is Peace……
©Dr Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.
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The centering experience described by the poet bears close resemblance to Vippassana Meditatio
Thank you madam for your response
So relatable, poetry is a secret garden where we mind not the time….beautifully written
Thank you so much. Poetry is therapy.
Poetry as a source of peace is beautifully brought out through the poet’s reflective narration.
Thank you so much for identifying with my feelings
poetry is all that keeps me alive
I rest my head in its lap and survive….
nothing but my pen
and my mind I possess
I breathe my thoughts
and fears I suppress….. The magic of poetry on the poet! Wow!
Thank you so much for feeling me
I can relate so much to this poem, we all need peace in our lives, we all crave the sanctuary of our pen to paper and the cathartic nature of that process. All who write are like we. ❤️
Thank you so much for your response
A excellent delineation of the therapeutic power of poetry.
Thank you Vijay sir. Yes it is indeed therapeutic
Poetry is therapeutic. An insightful and inspiring piece.
In this poem, after reading through, I noticed the first two lines and the last few, compliment each other, the words, peace, slow the reader down, to maybe achieve that ambition. The whole poem, builds in momentum, a journey through a life, that creates, it’s own way of finding peace. The authors words, well depicted.
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Thank you so much dear Louis….it encourages me to write.