Unpouring Grief

"Would you come for a rendezvous?" Very tempting invitation. You're so faithful to poetry. Best regards!- Light H2o

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down to a frozen sea.- craig moore

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Bowl Was Still Empty

@satish_verma, the bowl of truth, the search for perfection. Have you heard of this Greek philosopher who carried a lantern in broad daylight to search? Or perhaps, the bowl alludes to one carried by holy men, not carrying provisions, but relying on the charity of the people to feed them? In the Christian faith, the disciples instructed to spread the Gospel are admonished parallel to this, not even to carry a money purse or a staff. So unsuccessful was Truth’s journey, the bowl is still empty. Deep poem, beauty of it is it opens to various interpretations. -Editorial Board ( @Editorial_Board )

nice thoughts expressed in this poem…reflects how we all are just lost in the big world and don’t know what we seek nor fear… -Shamala Chandran

Thought provoking one. -Geetha Paniker ( @Geetha_Paniker )

At last I read something I can relate to
words with depth
abstract emotions
psyche explored
hope hoped for
and then nullified…

bravo bravo bravo. - Zyborg

most enrapt by the quality of these words
the sense of sunken quest they convey
the way they end, yet open up
_wide eye locked onto infinity

« slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs. »

this is beautiful, thank you- boetiane

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Of Innocence And Black Magic

Years roll by! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.-Edward Kofi Louis

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I Shall Let Go

Different stages of life! Thanks for sharing.-Edward Kofi Louis

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Condensation

To start a journey with sunbeams! ! Thanks for sharing.-Edward Kofi Louis

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…… Distant Shores

I wanted to invite the death discreetly
while praising the life and listening to birds
without dropping the history
from my crooked fingers.

Between yourself and myself
a sea was surreptitiously raging.
The waves were dividing the shores.

The two best stanzas I have ever come across...
Loved them.
Felt the inner sorrows of some separation...
Deeply touchy and nice work Sir.
Many thanks for the poem. It deserves 10.-Subhas Chandra Chakra

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Unbroken View

The daffodils wait in
backyard for the ceremony.
Light has come in the eyes.... just simply beautiful dear Satish Varma.. thank you very much for this poem you are always writing such poems. love to read you. tony
I admire your stanzas for their beauty of expression.
Visibility has not changed.
I walk in great agony
without you.-Dr.tony Brahmin

The fabric was loosing
the color. The book will
never be complete.

I enter the Colosseum, for
digging up the voices―
buried in the throats.
The best line I felt like getting by heart was..

Segment by segment
the secret breaks.....

There was
no song afterwards.

Thank you poet for this outstanding effort of yours.It deserves 10+.
Anticipating your kind visit and noble comments someday on my poems..
Thanks again.-Subhas Chandra Chakra

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Mni Poems

This is very well written.- David Mitchell

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Splitting The Night

This is beautiful! Tfs15- ~ R . F ~

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Ultimate Death

Your words still flowing with so much wisdom, and your metaphors always refreshing and fascinating.

"Adulterous games had become popular
every one was becoming a rengade. "
I found my self linking this to many political situations not necessrly religious currently happening, you know how to play with the words very well, interesting.-GB

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The Iron Gate

wonderful work..well done.- Chris G. Vaillancourt

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Face To Face

liked it thanks for sharing.-jamsie

I hope you find the peace you seek. Liked. -Snoopy Q

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Empty Day

Cast
Double denotation, a plethora of spiritual connotations.
To melt. Well said -  allets

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Tableau

"...door was waiting for a knock..."
An anticipation image, expectation, but too, emoted relationship between door concepts and door purposes. Nice.- allets

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