Poetry By Sourav RC.

In the midst of concrete jungle
Where dreams live, life tangles
I hunt for a spot with my finesse
Where I can see life’s axenic face.

Where there is calmness of heartstrings
Melodies of birds – joy they bring
A feeling free from poisonous brace
How lovely would be my loneliness!

Yet life exhibits its cruel act
A Fallen race’ dismal facts
A belief of mine lacks the space
No place for Eden on earth’s base.

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  • LOVELYHONEY on Oct 23, 2009

    too good

    some of the new words in ur vocab are non existent in older guys /gals

    so u may give a small ready reckoner

    axenic

    would mean like an axe perhaps

  • LOVELYHONEY on Oct 23, 2009

    Too good

    Some of the new words in Ur vocab are non existent in older guys /gals

    So u may give a small ready reckoner

    Axenic

    Would mean like an axe perhaps

  • ken bultman on Oct 23, 2009

    Escape the concrete jungle.

  • Atanacio on Oct 23, 2009

    I like this style of writing–great notion :)

  • fishfry aka Elizabeth Figueroa on Oct 23, 2009

    Very interesting poem, and very true at that. Awesome

  • CA Johnson on Oct 23, 2009

    I enjoyed your poem. You did a realy great job.

  • Darla Cooke on Oct 23, 2009

    Excellent poem!

  • Tanya Wallace on Oct 23, 2009

    Beautiful work! Your wording is so visual and poetic.Loved it!

  • Frances Lawrence on Oct 23, 2009

    Very good poem.

  • Aiyanna on Oct 23, 2009

    Well written!!!

  • mo hoyal on Oct 23, 2009

    This was such a beautiful sentiment Sourav, and one I can relate to. I am now being crowded out-all the pretty acreage around us was purchased and sub-divided, turning all into a noisy neighborhood. Now I have a horse in the suburbs and we have no place to ride-I die inside each time I want to ride. My next course of action would be to get a truck and trailer to haul to a place where we will not see or hear cars, huge semis, or people making such noise etc. But alas, this is like my climbing a mountain to get to this kind of ownership. I ask for a prayer so my goals can be achieved as I love my horse and do not want to part with her.
    Thank you for your beautiful writings!
    Namaste’? Is this appropriate?

  • chitragopi on Oct 23, 2009

    Awesome!

  • Christine Ramsay on Oct 24, 2009

    A wonderful and expressive poem.

    Christine

  • Gatomon on Oct 24, 2009

    I vote on you!

  • deep blue on Oct 24, 2009

    Well written. Truly you feel the joy of enjoying life’s rewards by expressing it in warm, detailed flow of rhymes.

  • alc on Oct 24, 2009

    A creative view! I liked it!

  • Brenda Nelson on Oct 24, 2009

    I packed up my city home and moved to the country.

  • Grace Kathryn on Oct 24, 2009

    If there’s no way out, you have only your imagination to set you free.

  • Guy Hogan on Oct 24, 2009

    Heaven on earth is difficult to find. Food and shelter we need for life. But passion allows us to truly live. This is what I take away from this poem.

  • crucisis on Oct 26, 2009

    Nice one.

  • Billyfnstacy on Oct 31, 2009

    Amazing to say the least. I felt music surround it in my head,,maybe something elegant such as an opera,,,,,would have to be deep though. Great job.

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