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Searching

February 18, 2014
By Indeep Kular BRONZE, Brampton, Other
Indeep Kular BRONZE, Brampton, Other
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Searching

The golden hue on faces all around
fades away as feelings are mound
we are nothing but dust
in this world of lust

We are flowers without pollen
like stars that have fallen
each with burdens to carry
and secrets to bury

Black bile in your mind while your heart cringes
the clean thatched window of your soul impinges
empty fulfillment phantom contentment
dress up your days of resentment

The purity of desire becomes poison
your body undergoes erosion
the devil disguised as time
snatches your final moments of sublime

For so many in this world are being torn apart
the mildest things seem like works of art
craving so much but not enough space in your soul to place it right
darkness takes over all emissions of light

Bitter mornings turn into melancholy nights with nothing growing in between
overlooked moments, serene
taking but not enough giving
dying but not enough living

You feel like a weak branch the universe built its nest on
in the summer's heat a home with an unwatered lawn
wanting the floods to subside
as quickly as they arise

Smooth waters become waves of dismay
trying to return your mind back to the bay
waiting for more
something else to live for

Sick sad searching soul
how will you make yourself whole
staring deep into a void to fill
but no hope lost, the Cosmos do not sit still


The author's comments:
Inspiration for writing can come from many different external sources when ideas cannot be thought of on the spot. But in this case I did not have to search for inspiration from any article of writing, artwork, setting, or person. Furthermore, my inspiration came from within. It felt clear and tranquil to express my feelings through this poem. Usually, I like to take my experiences into consideration when writing and making connections between my emotions during those experiences. Other times, I enjoy writing about nature, spirituality and interconnectedness. While writing this poem I thought about all the moments that make up our time while we are alive, and how we reflect upon these moments. I consider myself to be a spiritual and compassionate person who perceives life as a cyclical karmic experience and wanted to outline how we feed our emotions such as lust, greed, and attachment, but we forget to do things that open up our minds to much more enlightening experiences. I believe it is important to work towards things that bring purpose to your life, broaden your perspective, and open your heart to all that is around you. This poem is written for the people who let their time in this world pass them by, and do not fully appreciate life. It is for the people who feel lost, and confused because of the cruel ways of the world and try to finally look within themselves rather than external sources to feel satisfaction.

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