At the dawn,
choicelessness that liberates me,
as if a musical state,
echoes every now and then
nascent and beautifully compiled
an orchestra that is me, full of melodies,
billions, trillions and zillions of notes,
(moment to moment)
as many as the number of atoms in me.
At the dusk,
mercilessness that annihilates my mocking senses
as if a sincere quest to add rhythm,
or in making the story into a rhyme,
to unravel the vulnerable as-it-is me,
untouched by the past-present-future,
marred by deceptive yet colorful events,
billions, trillions, zillions of thoughts,
(moment to moment)
as many as the number of atoms in me.
At the cross roads,
I reinvented me, the intertwined me,
amidst the struggle between
merciless-self and choiceless-me.
A contest entry
- the every atom... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended October 15, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A well deserved gold trophy, excellent poetry and quite the profound and moving read.
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At the cross roads,
I reinvented me, the intertwined me,
amidst the struggle between
merciless-self and choiceless-me....Just wonderful poetry..well said.. -
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truly inspiring!!!
Thak you so much for youer appreciation.
The kind of contests that many of you keep hosting has really been inspiration to many of us, the ones who try to write some thing.
Thank you and many Diwali wishes!!!
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This was just absolutely jaw-dropping. Lovvvved it. "I reinvented me, the intertwined me/ amidst the struggle between/ merciless-self and choiceless-me." That's just brilliant. Awesome, awesome, awesome.
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Thank you so much for your sincere appreciations.
Lots of love.
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