Poetry

Path to redemption (a repost)

As the jaded emotions stir
letting out wisps of fantasy
vignettes from the past look glorious
fading vistas arouse feelings queer
entrancing thoughts make him trail
only to be nudged forward
waking him up with a familiar fear
tired eyes reluctantly open to find
multitudes marching on for a cause unknown
tremulous with highly strung octave.

Shackled with pervasive conceit
straggling at the desultory march
road to perdition seems long for his aged feet
a night of reckoning questions the
choices made, the resorted weakness
and the accompanying arrogance
a prophylactic catharsis
and the concluding dance.

How does he promise allegiance,
an unquestionable faith
with the doubts lurking in
every nook, every corner of the infinite self
an incomprehensible world
with its deceit, caustic and relentless wit
armed with nothing but an acquired intellect
it’s a farce to commit eternal love
when he doesn’t remember or even surmise
everything that happened in his life
for he was rational but never so wise.

The fickle abandon with flair
heretic if you tame the restive faith
the egotist seeks happiness within
romantic if you love without reason
judged and branded for living the sins
midway in the protest, he stops short
and finds his soul dance and rejoice.

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20 thoughts on “Path to redemption (a repost)

  1. Would the resurrected soul question love, why it loved , if it perceived loving one’s own follies, a futile case of blurred visions…?!
    A rendition of superlatives, indeed. In fact, I did read twice to assimilate the power words you used so well.

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  2. It’s probably insane to try to make sense of a nonsensical world. Really enjoyed this piece, and found this part especially thought provoking:
    “it’s a farce to commit eternal love
    when he doesn’t remember or even surmise
    everything that happened in his life
    for he was rational but never so wise.”

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  3. “it’s a farce to commit eternal love
    when he doesn’t remember or even surmise
    everything that happened in his life
    for he was rational but never so wise.”
    Oh my god.. Your poetry is like music. This part gave me goosebumps.
    Write a book, ESP! You’re such a great writer, and the fact that you don’t agree to that confirms it all the more. 😛 That last paragraph there is beyond poetry.

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  4. You got some interesting things there. I really liked the acquired intellect. And the fact that doubt lurks in every corner. Actually very well written. That stanza made me read it again!

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  5. I’m sorry I missed this.

    The path to redemption surely is never a straightforward one…. surely there are few who find their way without doubts
    “doubts lurking in
every nook, every corner of the infinite self”

    I loved the ending, where it felt like he could relent midway and rejoice.

    Because, otherwise, how do we carry the weight of life?

    Great idea to repost, I’m glad you did 🙂

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