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Existence

Stand on the air
open your arms
feel the earth
rotate on its
demented axis—
you’ll smell the breeze,
the flagrant verdure,
the glory of life,
the passion in love,
bliss promenading inexorably
through the stunted trees,
grief ebbing to inexpressible
multi-layered joy of being,
a gazillion blessings….
Reminisce those unforgotten
halcyon seconds…
Taste this earth:
there is happiness
in being who you are,
for joy masquerades in
the unlikeliest of charades.
Touch yourself knowing that
your skin is enthused with
eclipsed passions and a
long-forgotten tenderness.
Feel the whispering leaves,
Tame their chlorophyll tongues:
you’ll hear what
you want to hear,
you’ll know what
you want to know.
Sense the dewed grass
burgeoning under
your naked feet—
drench your soul in
this macabre, senseless milieu.
You’ll know there’s joy
in living yourself—
in living as you want to,
in loving whom you want to.

Comments

Nicole Braganza said…
Romantic and lovely and beautiful. Your poem is all of this. And liberating.
and you only seventeen? blimey, i wish that i could have composed something half as good when i was seventeen.
iamnasra said…
This is really lovely
Prmod Bafna said…
Absolutely beautiful!! Thanks for sharing it :)
Neetee said…
What an intoxicating beautiful piece.
A beautiful poem, intense and pasionate
iamnasra said…
Awhile since I read new work of yours hope all is well
iamnasra said…
its been awhile - are you well

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