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Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained

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not remorsing on
·June 26, 2001·3 min read·6 comments
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This is a chaotic attempt at lending a poetic feel to a highly charged discussion that we three lost souls had one wild night, all characters in this work are real and every resemblance is deliberate and not regretted

When he sees his life Every breath n story Wonder what purpose has it ever served Except vindicate the chaos theory..

What has he done all this time Except chase balls and women Or relearn all stuff already known And blurt it out all to an admiring moron..

Sleepless days restless nights All social duties no moral rights.. Years and years of existence Even if he didn't like it, just pretence..

P(r)aying for his hopeless survival mom and dad at home Carrying this load of genome, still in quantum foam i roam Prince of their expectations, now a crownless king Smoking the days like cigarettes unsure of his own wings He fought hard to fly Until he learnt wings always bow to the winds No matter how high he flies There is always a wave he can't leave behind The world i know always been so awfully kind..

Hate n anguish, deceiving code of the divine Betrayal everywhere World seems fine only through a glass of wine The minute myself I find You better send me to a shrine..

Unforgiven and forgotten he wanes The lesson is known The I is too weak The we too strong

So the 'I' gets discarded In a blessed union of souls Life's mysteries are faded So are the morality ghouls..

The devil given his due He's no more a rebel without a clue And no more missed chances to rue After all what's right need not be true..

Philosophy killed by the dot com crash His perfectly tailored jacket Hides the lies of his own civil war Profit is the prophet Zen a cry of the far..

So finally to the world he succumbs Ring on his finger, comfortably numb An authority on organized behavior Chaos mocks through the rearview mirror

He resonates in life's frequency Global Meltdown and inflated currency And one fine day his son comes up World's such a bore What's this life for In this endless ocean of dissolved entities Will I ever find a virgin shore ???

How could he pretend to know the answer snatched away by time Truth has always been out there But looking for it has long been a crime

kings have come, kings gone wars lost battles won fighting for things that weren't around promised a brave new world we still followed the herd the space conquered, man on the moon how the petals of hope bloom no room for the free bird have to remain silent to be heard.

All thoughts struggle hard to flow Half alive in Mighty Diablo's claw All the questions kept aside Forget there is an other side

All scramblin in a mad rat race to nowhere The chosen few at the top share the same fear These thoughts so long gone moist the eyes How can he reveal his phaedrus, so to himself he lies

"Sunny never think on this line.. Coz its just a waste of your precious time.. Life's is just molecules no more a mystery U'll learn all that in your high school chemistry"

O help me Dad If life's just all that When everyone around is happy why am I so sad If happiness is a molecule Where is it at ???

What stayed with you?

A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.

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shuklaarchive~2001-2003

GOOD WORK after that science and foam. i think ur good opening and ending did the trick but in the middle it gives a feeling as if it is lingering. by the way i was not able to deipher some lines like"Philosophy killed by the dot com crash His perfectly tailored jacket Hides the lies of his own civil war Profit is the prophet Zen a cry of the far.. " mind elaborating.... ciao

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Aragornarchive~2001-2003

thank u dear friend for actually goin thru it..we honestly didnt think many will really be able to tolerate the poem till its end.. but for the lingering part,i guess we couldnt compress all we wanted to say in any shorter way.. as far as deciphering the lines are concerned ,it really takes away the beauty of poetry. usee for me poetry is never meant to be elaborated ..what u interpret is what it is for you..and that gives poetry the power it holds over the hearts of many ..hope u connect to it..cheers 0KB (0 bytes)

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shwetaarchive~2001-2003

Its a bonny piece of work that depicts ur flair of apt words which u ve sedately represented .It gives the woeful feeling & seems as if u were very pessimistic while writting it. I've got something to say for it, Who ascertain where the happiness lie, in life he can only outvie, by not remorsing on what he don't have, but,by rejoicing in, what he really have. hope these lines germane to what i mean to say

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Hemantarchive~2001-2003

Good Job you guys. I'm impressed. However, I think that you should make three separate poems by making three parts of this original poem. I loved your choice of words, very effectively used. I hope you make it to hall of fame.

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ankurarchive~2001-2003

Great Good goin' ....but letz go for a Short Poem. I dunno think that each part need to be described...many r understood...I BET u get the world You are striving for...maybe I'll be a company to you there..... Actually you are (whatever I could conclude) lookin' for a society where everyone's ALL in ALL,,,by Himself...to some extent I'll appreciate your thoughts as I myself have tried to live w/o any norms and bindings. Hey u LOST SOULS ...at last you have the Poet in You... All hats off...really it takes a lot to write. Hopin' to see some more & much Poet in you all the best Sehgal

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Sudeep Morearchive~2001-2003

TELL ME WHERE'S YOUR CROWN? And it's all crashing down, and you break your crown, And you point your finger but there's no one around Just one one time, You play old king, But the castle's crumbled and your left with just nothing, Where's your crown KING NOTHING???? The glib fallacy of OKdom has become my aura.I sacrifice the real me.

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