Immortal is a mortal word
of ultramodern fascination,
with its ceaseless dynamism,
in every mortal’s manifestation.
Immortal is dead as any corporal
and is entombed so still and hidden,
down underneath the mortal’s sin,
in this god’s massive mediocre bin.
Immortal is motive for the souvenir,
when they have forgotten the mortal
and their immense miseries of survival,
which embellishes the soul’s pectoral.
Immortal is the indication of death,
which grants us a sojourn juncture
and comes back when our time is up,
to cease our breath of lime and sugar
Immortal is the silence in commotion
and it speaks without verbal mutation,
the grandeur of mortal’s hallucination
and their veiled extension of the survival
Bhuwan;
I am in awe of your writing. The picture, the poem, the poet. Awesome. This poem just really speaks multitudes.. Loved it. Am so glad I was finally able to get in long enough to read some of your works.
Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2003
really impressive. you have a style dear poet which makes me feel that i am indeed a bad poet! haha. :)
An excellent write my friend,
we all think, at one time or another, to be immortal in life,
I rather be immortalzed, in the memories of my children and grand children.
William
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2003
Bhuwan, immortal is what we all seek. Some cannot see immortality. Other like myself will go to their graves believing in it. There comes a time as we age, that what we have as mortals is not of much value. If death be the end, it is better to die than survive as a mortal; when there is nothing left to live for. All of us go through these stages. We are made by nature to experience life and death and what anyone else thinks about immortal makes no difference. What will happen will happen to all of us. If there be no immortality, then we will never know. When we die it will be finished and we won't even be as large as a grain of sand in the universe. Your thoughts will come back to your words of today as you hopefully move toward old age. And you will be surprised how you view your poem them. Bill
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the repetition is a good technique.
Often you have a true lyrical flow in this
namaste
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I am in awe of your writing. The picture, the poem, the poet. Awesome. This poem just really speaks multitudes.. Loved it. Am so glad I was finally able to get in long enough to read some of your works.
we all think, at one time or another, to be immortal in life,
I rather be immortalzed, in the memories of my children and grand children.
William
Loved readng this!
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Nancy
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This is excellent write indeed, and I agree with Peggy, this is also very thought-provoking!
Sandie Angel :o)