Unborn…
Your thoughts your visions your presence
though it was not, yet it was there
for you were present in my every thought
yet whenever I searched for any resemblance
any leftover marks that you ever existed
any reference of a life you ever lived
any tell tale signs of your being anywhere
at any probable place you ever could be
deepest darkest corners of my chambers
deserts that reek of dry shrieks risen from sand storms
oceans filled with every possible form of life
it’s waves reaching up to the skies
lakes dead as my very own silent interiors
stars brightest twinkling back into my eyes
moon full with hollow craters
carrying Neil Armstrong’s footprints till date
nowhere nowhere nowhere
you seem to be nowhere
you are absent from this earth
from this land of sad demises
from these hearts made of stones
from these souls enslaved by ice
from the fear of being drawn to controversies
you are a big naught
a huge disappointment
another of my fanatic fantasies
you live but you are unborn!
WONDERFUL AND FANTABULOUS….SIMPLY ROMANTIC AND BURNING… I COULDNT THINK..A BETTER TITLE FOR THIS…..UNBORN……
…the pain of being and the yearning for all that which could not be … has been depicted in a real brilliant fashion…
…it is a pleasure to go alongside the protagonist in his endeavour that initially has the focus upon the physical surrounding … it is also always a matter of poetic delight to look for the answers beyond when they cannot be found within…
…traversing through all ‘the probable place where you ever could be’…moving across land air water do complete our hunt but that is far from over. And this incompleteness get more manifest the more we withdraw ourselves from outside and try and look, like any prudent person usually do, into the world within…
…great Dear Pritts that is truly a graphic narrative about the unintentional sufferings …from which we seldom get to escape…
…but again although it appears that these are a fanatic’s fantastic fantasy, somewhere down the line, there still remains the scope for a silver lining…wherever there’s a thought… there’s always a concept following that and its consequent manifestation cannot be far behind…
…the panacea for all the quest and its yearning shall be that heart and soul which also harps … if not the upon the same but atleast upon the similar chords…at a certain level even that may not be necessary…after all difference in the polarity begets reason enough to be more close to each other…but I would repeat …TRULY A BRIILIANT COMPOSITION Pritts ‘cause this takes us here and there and everywhere … 🙂
Prateek.. your reviews leave me speechless.. I wonder why don’t I begin to write to dig for your review? 🙂
thanks .. Anish.. you are right.. it can be no other than unborn…….