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Lost in the Sands: A 'Layered' Poem

  Lost in the Sands: A 'Layered' Poem Below, is a poem, fancily called a 'layered' one to hint at its fabricated nature . Sounds overwhelming? Basically, the poem lacks a single theme and is therefore, open to varied interpretation . It is an essence of rich but perhaps, also vague ideas that comprise its 'fabric'. It's a free verse and therein lies its appeal. The contradictions in it (spoiler alert) are worth spending some time upon, in pensive thought.  Walking alone in the desert, Scorching sands that sizzle to shake. The essence of time I experience, A manifestation of perpetuity it is. I do revel in the pleasure of a warm feet burn. Sweet pain is pleasure? Unsettling, isn't it? Walking alone in the warmth, Woe to the warm desert dwellers, The spiteful winds that vengeful blow. I do inhale the air scented dry and barren. Yet, thriving with life, The miracle of life. Unsettling, isn't it? Walking alone under the Sun, A constant gaze He kee...

Locating the Land of Euphoria - Our Search for True Joy: An Introspective Poem

Locating the Land of Euphoria: Our Search for True Joy This narrative poem seeks to clear the boundaries between pleasure and true happiness , as a side theme. It sets out to broaden our understanding of happiness as an internal everyday reality in contrast to sensory pleasure that is more of a fleeting illusion . The central idea of the poem lies in understanding the reality, that true joy lies within , in " the golden chasm of the heart ", and cannot be searched for outside. It lifts the veil off the myth that happiness can be chased after , as an external pursuit. The more we run for it, the farther it is going to run away from us. Read the simple narrative of a young boy and a girl unfold, as they set out on their individual quests to discover the source of our earthly elixir - true joy. As a measure to introspect, do ask yourself ," Where is the Land of Euphoria? ". Also, notice the irregular rhythm adopted in the poem, in its latter half. The Land of E...