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Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Soul ' s A Vagabond




I stare for hours at the partition
Opposite my bed, at the apparition
Everyone misses which
I notice that minor glitch


I stop at the teeming boulevard
And the forlorn graveyard
As if for a rendezvous
With, no one knows who


I pretend a purpose
To obviate its loss
I walk at a nameless goal
That pines for shape & soul


I call on my pal's place
Hoping to meet solace
I forge a frolic so lame
Hoping to stick to the game


Its a lie I've long lived with
They know who know its a myth
The veneer may look strong
Inside, the soul's a vagabond





31 comments:

  1. Yes the soul has so much to juggle with-no wonder it becomes restless & confused.

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  2. Poignant....beautifully penned...

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  3. "I stop at the teeming boulevard
    And the forlorn graveyard"

    To

    "The veneer may look strong
    Inside, the soul's a vagabond"

    These lines have depth that one might miss at one read. Thank you for sharing this poem, Anupam! :)

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    1. I'm so touched by the fact that you could identify the pathos of these significant lines. It's like I wrote the poem to say these things only.

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  4. "I pretend a purpose
    To obviate its loss"

    Beautiful. I'm saving this :)

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    1. I keep on acting at a purpose even if I may not like it, what's my choice ?

      Thanks for reading and considering it worthy of being saved

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    2. You know, I was just reading Tolstoy and he has a very interesting view on the topic of 'free will' and 'freedom'...are you familiar with it?

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    3. No. I'd be glad if you shared it.

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  5. I stop at the teeming boulevard
    And the forlorn graveyard
    As if for a rendezvous
    With, no one knows who
    Brilliant, loved it :)

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  6. Nice! Can feel your soul seeking the truth:)

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    1. Glad you do. Thanks a lot for reading Sajeev

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  7. The yearning soul keeps roaming in the endless search...and the madness is heartrending!!
    "Its a lie I've long lived with
    They know who know its a myth
    The veneer may look strong
    Inside, the soul's a vagabond"--and this says it all! A stunning piece, Anupam. WOW!

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    1. The first line of your comment says it all. Thanks for your kind appreciation and continued support for my efforts.

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  8. 'Soul's a vagabond' caught my eyes!! very beutifully penned.
    'They know who know its a myth' very true .Soul is all-knowing bt only the churning brings the truth out:)enjoy and move on!

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    1. Thanks Rekha for your kind appreciation. I'm glad that you identified the spirit of my words.

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  9. went through this I dunno how many times...but could not think of anything suitable to comment...so this is just to let you know I was here and loved this absolutely :)

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    1. Well, sometimes being speechless is the best appreciation you can offer someone. I'm delighted with your generous response to my poem. Hope you drop by more often.

      Thanks for reading

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  10. Intense, philosophically deep and painfully brilliant. It is very difficult to say so much and provoke so much thought in so few words.

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  11. Anupam, No words buddy.. touched.. Its a welcome feeling to be aware of this fact that its all a plain dream which we are living. Brought me bang into the present moment.. Touched!

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