The universe curled around her neck
Sometimes it tightened
Sometimes it expanded
Her reaction for both though
Was from a dark philosophy
that always left her gasping
She stepped on the streets
to find them all staring
Trying to touch the wind
that drove all around her
Never realising that to her
It was a cyclone
The screen of entertainment
The box of despair
In it, she appeared
to dance to despair
But they wanted to trap her
record in her art
All she wanted in it was
a self-reflection
that turned into a black mirror
and a black hole full of wants.
True and powerful words so deep and the weight of the universe is surely a burden on the universe itself. Great poem, Rahul.
Thank you so much Kamal!
Welcome Rahul.
Rahul, this is phenomenal !
Well, thank you Bisma 😀
A lot thought gone into that, great poem!
Thank you! You’re too kind
Credits due where credits due 🙂
Wow, this is so apt! Wonderfully conveyed, Rahul!
Thank you Tejasvi ✨
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Dark philosophy, That’s Amazing
Can you please illustrate who have you personified in your poem? Who is this about?
It’s about all the women who feel trapped in this world.
Where there are told to certain things that can help them gain a sense of confidence
But what they lack in understanding about these women is that, these women can make their own decisions too
We don’t need to make them feel like all the world is judging them, looking at them with “i’m watching you” mindset
But instead give them the freedom to fail, the freedom to succeed on their own terms
I hope that answers your questions 🙂
Wow just wow
Outstanding work of art. I truly loved reading it. Thank you for sharing
Thank you man!
No worries thanks for sharing brother ☺
Wow! This is stunning.
Thanks 🙂