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Dense Senses

I let my nerves restrain more and more
I let myself wait more and more
I let my pores sweat more and more
Might be it would let me find my inner core
Might be it would let me differentiate rot and pure
Might be it would lead me to freedom-door
And today in the rapid race of life
In the false praise and frustrating strife
I too have got addicted for this dazzling yet shallow life
Moving in the same way, millions are running
Dreaming and desiring the same thing, millions are doing
And dying for love when so much love is raining
Have I not lost myself in the crowd of people?
Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?
Sometimes I feel to break all these invisible dazzling chains
And let my soul feel the unadulterated air outside these hollow dens
But my senses have become so dense
Its gravity is not letting me come out of the social-fence.
But one day I would, no more this life can lure
Life is so short; one must go for its cure.


Munmun said…
Hey Amit, a beautifully written confession of how we all tend to become conformists owing to our fear of being out casted by the society. While reading it aloud,I contemplated that how I myself have become a slave to this materialistic and shallow approach towards life.We need to realise that we all are special cases.
adreamygal said…
A fresh template ...looks cool :) n abt d poem , i agree wit ur every word , i simply loved the line : Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?
Its so very true ..we all want to be spl , but end up being the same ..
BK Chowla, said…
Beautiful poem and a very eye catching template.I am wanting to change my template ,but some how not succeeding.
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aativas said…
Very good poem.. a lot is expressed in few words..
Singh Amit said…
@Thanks a lot for your encouraging words... :)
Keep visiting :)
Singh Amit said…
Thanks a lot :)
glad that u liked the template.. :)
Keep visiting
Singh Amit said…
@Chowla ji
Thanks a lot :)
Singh Amit said…
thank you very much...
Glad that u liked it..:)
Vikram Karve said…
Powerful, meaningful writing, to ponder over.
Durga Nandan said…
creative muse making lots of sense..
thank god you have not forgotten how to blog. :)
Raashi said…
very expressive n nicely spun words.....
Keep writing :)
Vijay said…
Well written Amit...Nice to see again U on Your blog...
Mahesh Kalaal said…
Nice one.......philosophical
Roshmi Sinha said…
Beautifully written...

P.S. Nice template too :)
Sandy said…
Very meaningful thoughts mate!

I think..u know urself a lot and thinking over it more and more..

It is very difficult task for me....I am still trying to do so..but unable to make it always..


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