Walking the Talk.
Betwixt and Between,
The Me who Thinks,
And the Me who Does,
Is an invisible Chasm,
My thoughts fail to cross.
Every sensible knowing,
My tongue picks up,
Are those that escape,
And seem to have,
Fallen through the Cracks,
Amidst few ungaurded Neurons.
Most times
My thoughts walk up to the edge,
And Free Fall into that deep Ravine,
Never to be retrieved,
Leaving me in waiting,
For a Thought Pole ,
With a line, long enough to touch
The bottom of that Invisible Chasm.
Still waiting
A Nomad in the Mind.
9 comments:
Oh, I love it!
you know, this is a wonderful piece on many levels (most of which I can soooo relate)
challenge well met Rashmi!
A wonderful emotional duel.
when you're finally able to reach those lost thoughts, there's going to be a kings ransom worth!...*now...how do I haul them all up to the chasms lip?*
I like the image that the phrase "thought pole" stirs up for me, Rashmi. And I can so relate to being a mind wanderer.
Life is so much easier to say sometimes than do, eh?
Wonderful! I can so relate... in my mind I am fearless and extremely intelligent with the wherewithall to do it all, and get it done without procrastination, but reality is something else lol. What a wonderful depiction in your poem Rashmi! I love the images it gives to the reader. Truly impressive writing...
Beautiful...
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I usually never know how to comment on these, but I really like this one.
somehow the saying, "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak" comes to my mind with this. i need a very long thought pole to touch that invisible chasm so it will spur me to do what i'm thinking of doing.
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