Perplex in this world of unlimited desire,
We seek answers of what will transpire.
In this difficult and complex set of circumstances,
Confusion looms on the course of all acceptances.
How is one to choose the right path?
Or one, just lie there on the cross road choosing not?
This known moral question in life,
A forced notion to seek a certain type.
In this burdened world we walk into the dark.,
Thinking we make the routes as we go along.
Some are acts of your own doing;
Other, being reactions of an outcome.
A cocktail of action and reaction blending in a bowl
How we think, we have done the best of all.
But then again,
May be there are no choices, no dilemma,
We just walk ignorant into what is already written.
Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram
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WELCOME
This is a lazy attempt in trying to nudge you into my strange world, my logical yet illogical concept on life and existence.
Me trying to speak to you is what I call bad customized poetry.
This gift of imagining or “being nuts” - is inbuilt in my psyche... I dont expect everyone to understand, but I enjoy a good questionnaire.
Unfortunately, my writing skills do lack the expertise... one might expect a writer to have. But I think all those years of kneeling in the Teacher’s Staff Rooms had its own perks.
Fortunately, though I have been blessed with unbelievable friends who go as far as possible and then a bit more to help me CORRECT. ( you TOO are always welcome )
Strangers are welcome too because they comment without any emotional attachment towards me.
I am honoured to have you all read and critics on my writes.
It’s more my pleasure than anyone else.
Cheers!
CAUTION :
In case of nausea after reading some of my writes…It helps to sit down drink a glass of water and breath deep breathes till the pounding stops.
For anything more severe please consult the nearest physiatrist to escape permanent damage.
Me trying to speak to you is what I call bad customized poetry.
This gift of imagining or “being nuts” - is inbuilt in my psyche... I dont expect everyone to understand, but I enjoy a good questionnaire.
Unfortunately, my writing skills do lack the expertise... one might expect a writer to have. But I think all those years of kneeling in the Teacher’s Staff Rooms had its own perks.
Fortunately, though I have been blessed with unbelievable friends who go as far as possible and then a bit more to help me CORRECT. ( you TOO are always welcome )
Strangers are welcome too because they comment without any emotional attachment towards me.
I am honoured to have you all read and critics on my writes.
It’s more my pleasure than anyone else.
Cheers!
CAUTION :
In case of nausea after reading some of my writes…It helps to sit down drink a glass of water and breath deep breathes till the pounding stops.
For anything more severe please consult the nearest physiatrist to escape permanent damage.
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4 comments:
Ahhhhh pradox of life
wat a Candid poem, small n profound
love it pal :))
Thank you shal.. Good to hear from You! Might find a few lost in time!
Don't be a stranger!
"WE walk all ignorant of what is already written"--
wonderphull description of the inner tantrums of life.
Keep going.
wow.. tht was one of your bests tht i have come across.. loved it mate..!!
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