Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Neon City Lights

I arise in my roomy loft,
After a night of  chasing excesses sought.
Seeking the rare beauty in pain,
Living on feels like a bane.

City makes revelry all night,
As I sink to swim the depths of my mind.
Storms have come, storms have gone,
As I swim for evermore.

Once in a perturbed state,
I walked into the city late.
Bright city neon lights shine,
Trying to lighten my blackened eyes

Lights beseeching me hither,
Storms blowing me thither.
The light made fantastic claims,
To rid me of my ails.

I too join neon revelries shunning the garb of the recluse,
I had a neon bright muse.
In ephemeral chaos I found uneasy peace
Beauty never from pain , never at ease.

There are days I arise,
To yet again see those neon lights.
Like little airplanes tied to my toes,
Neon tries to fly me away from my woes.

There are days I arise in my roomy loft
Mind full of excesses sought,
Pain from beauty in rewind.
Sinking me into the depths of my mind.


* This poem is about how each time , I think I have found a place for myself on 'the otherside' , the attractive side , with all its flashy lights. Alas, those lights bring pleasure and never truth and beauty. And every time this happens , I learn to accept myself the way I am a bit more and enjoy my solitude a bit more */

23 comments:

  1. Very interesting look at the world you live in. Well written.

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  2. This world is a veil................

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  3. I would say those lights would never keep up the promises... Beauty is to be found within...

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  4. I adore the image of "little airplanes tied to my toes" you have a very distinctive voice

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    1. Yes! I share PKP's comment what a wonderful line.
      ZQ

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  5. Anything bright and flashy is bound to be a liar! These are the seductive eyes of the city.
    What an enjoyable read this is.

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  6. I flowed right with you through the city and lights and when I came to the end, your words touched me deeply....

    There are days I arise in my roomy loft
    Mind full of excesses sought,
    Pain from beauty in rewind.
    Sinking me into the depths of my mind.

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  7. "Like little airplanes tied to my toes,
    Neon tries to fly me away from my woes."

    I love this view of the potential of neon, that never quite satisfies but continues to trry as a necessary oomph and energy underlying home.

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  8. the flashes of lights may drown you at times but your real beauty will still rise...

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  9. Life really is a growing process. Though we experience the 'city lights' at various times in our life, we often take home the lessons we learn from them. It is in our mind (your last stanza) that we grow.

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  10. I resonate so much with this poem and your comments after. I recall, in youth, a lot of seeking and venturing out. The true journey was back to myself and the peace found within. We can travel the world, but within is the real journey. Thanks for articulating this so well.

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  11. Beautifully penned, as always. Glad to see more readers here. Keep up the good work. :)

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    1. Thanks :) I'm happy to see more readers here too. Thanks to you because usually you've been reading this blog since the early days :)

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  12. "the rare beauty in pain"...poignant observation

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  13. "Stay away from the light . . . . but it's so beautiful" came to mind when I read this. Makes me think of a moth to a flame.

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  14. I think we all would have passed through such phase...
    Brilliant :)

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  15. excellent take on what really is important

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  16. beautiful! you should have posted this picture too here!

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  17. I am getting that the soul must sometimes resort to the use of neon signs to attract the attention of the dull westerner , mired in the bog of many distractions ...good one mate
    Happy new year

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  18. Some great lines there:
    I too join neon revelries shunning the garb of the recluse,
    Mind full of excesses sought,

    Happy New Year!

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  19. It's a beautiful thing - your poem AND solitude.

    Bravo!

    ~p

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