Habitually walking through the busyness
Too distracted to glide the eyes over subtle feelings
Stark realities of barren environment are overlooked
Walking into a wormhole and losing the essence of life
Mind pirouetting around an ephemeral reflection
Busy nothingness cloaks the unrepentant behavior
Success- a succession of acquiring lot of paraphernalia
Every act fabricated to avoid the realities within
Reverence for the askew reflections of influential images
Busyness is the immortal labyrinth for mortals
Terse reminders float around in an elliptical path
Consciousness is a casualty in this endeavor
Generic nature of life finds preference in every being
Mirror of the heart yearns to reflect the truth
Lost somewhere behind the haze of deterrents©
“Consciousness is a casualty in this endeavor”–beautiful line in a wonderful poem.
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Thank you so much.
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Ouch! Haha 😂 Is that what I do? But no. I do believe I’m a bit better than that. That’s why I consciously move away from busyness that’s plaguing the modern world, the pretentious world of “career people”. What were they called back in my younger working life? The preppy yuppies? *wink*
Great poem, Amitav. 💖😊
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Balance is the key in life. Once you find that you are good to experience life better. 🙂
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Ah, that elusive balance 😊💖
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last two lines conclude the poem very nicely 🙂
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Thank you, Prajakta. 🙂
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