On the altar of love,
obsession is the other name.
Nothing is an alternative.
Choice is an irony.
Today's joy
or tomorrow's sorrow?
An idealist back
after a trip to the perfect world.
Secrets beneath layers of courtesies.
Tragedy of coincidences.
Which is the truth?
Object or the projection?
Subject or the image?
Lost in the waves of consciousness,
reality is a mirage.
PS : Another one!! Ur destiny!
6 comments:
Man! its taking me forever to comprehend what you have written there. Although, the last few lines reminds me of a Bharathiyar poem: Nirpadhuvae Nadappadhuvae...
Hey Man,
Thanks for spending that much time understanding it... isnt that the beauty? U comprehend in a unique way which may be completely different from what I thought when I wrote it. Thank you! dint think of Bharathiyar when i wrote the last few lines..but see the similarity now.
hey, nice poem...
//Choice is an irony.// :)
I din't quite get the PS part though...
Hey Nas, Thank you. True isnt it? Most of the times, we think we have a choice and we are actively selecting but the contrary is true. We think we have choice but its not there particularly in love. :D
PS part is just saying "another one of those which I want to call as a poem and ur destiny if u r reading it"
Hey Nas..
Poor me..I got only the PS part
hey KP,
ha ha... I can guess that with the post in ur blog..
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