Sunday, 15 March 2015

The Manic Road

The manic road meets the frenzied sky,
As words in indelible ink sprawl the sunset,
Like the most beautiful evening,
Of the ones from childhood’s treasury.

The manic road is long gone,
Yet it appears in my dreams,
To wake me in cold sweat,
To remind me of all that frenzy.

So to the manic road I have returned,
And sped down it ,
To the point of no return,
And now sleep does not break in cold sweat.

The manic road now runs within me,
Showing me how to walk other roads,
As for words sprawled in indelible ink,
Some words cannot be erased.


/* 'Things never get better , you just get used to it. Closure is the best you are gonna get.'If you follow the prog side of the world you may well be tempted to substitute the last line as Hand.Cannot.Erase. It is the wall for the facebook generation*/

46 comments:

  1. Sometimes we just have to return to bring back the memories.. if not healed we can still walk forth

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  2. My first time here, I think Suyash and i enjoy the bright ambition in your work - I shall be back for more, for sure... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  3. So very true about words, Suyash. Some words,once written or said, cannot be erased....

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  4. "Some words cannot be erased"...this is true for this wonderful poem too Suyash...

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  5. Powerful thought, words cannot be erased. Especially on facebook.

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  6. An uneasy peace with that road! Well done! ♥

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  7. Very poignant and so true as those words continue to linger no matter what...never to be erased.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  8. The foolishness of young experience does not equip us well for later life merely greater acceptance; the rebel having died.

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  9. it's good to go back to our driving force sometimes. it's not cowardice.

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  10. Some words have a lot of impact. Poets tend to be more aware of these! Great lines Suyash!

    Hank

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  11. I wonder why I never come across your blog before. This was good !!!
    Those lines brought some memories back.

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    1. That is exactly what I wanted to do through this poem

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  12. True enough we can't erase but we can re-draw and reclaim..i can identify with the outside mania suddenly sinking within..

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  13. Places have such an effect on memory...

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  14. Great job! And you know, I have this one rule in life - since you cannot take it back, don't repent it. Make it work to the best you can!

    ~Prajakta

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  15. Great work! ...and insight.
    ZQ

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  16. Beautiful. Some words stand as long as classic architecture

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  17. Love your use of the word sprawl, as in "sprawl the sunset," very clever.

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  18. the power of words is under-rated. If people only believed and understood this, our schools and universities would be amazing places - but for so many, they are wasted years.

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  19. A beautiful piece....So nicely penned!

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  20. Your written word float upon the unstoppable howling wind I hear roaring outside my window.

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  21. Yes, it is the manic road indeed. 'Opzij, opzij, opzij!' as the Dutch in Amsterdam say while pushing and shoving their way through all the gaping tourists wanting to see something in their walled canals as well. You got me walking!

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  22. The manic road needs to be sped upon...

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  23. What a nice thought - returning to one's childhood treasury.

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  24. "As words in indelible ink sprawl the sunset,"
    I love this line, it speaks to what we as writers try to do, try to capture. Very nicely written.

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  25. The road teaches us to walk the path ... beautiful :-)

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  26. "most beautiful evening...ones from childhood’s treasury."

    This part struck me especially...there're so many memories that we hold in treasury...

    Beautiful poem!!

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  27. The manic road now runs within me,
    Showing me how to walk other roads,.... If we don't learn from our experiences then what is the point? Excellent thoughts here!

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  28. Excellent choice of words here... loved your work. A masterpiece!

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  29. Very interesting that the road becomes internalized.

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  30. I enjoyed your words today ...

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  31. I really love that now sleep no longer breaks in cold sweat. Nice!
    A tiny editorial thing--bugs me enough that I mention it to you, the two lines beginning the second stanza start with But and then Yet:
    But the manic road is long gone,
    Yet it appears in my dreams,
    I would eliminate that But and just start your stanza with "The manic road is long gone." I hope it's okay to make such a suggestion, made with the friendliest intentions... I really like this poem!

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    1. the smallest details make the biggest difference :)

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  32. "some words cannot be erased" That's the curse of the internet. Some words deserve eternal bit speed, others permanent delete.

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  33. I felt a sense of panic/unease in this - nice.

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  34. Very true. Words can heal or hurt and once said, they are out there forever.

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  35. I agree, they can't ~ I admire that last stanza very much ~

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  36. Words extended can never be retracted. Sometimes they bring good memories though one must anticipate some likely bad ones! Truly said Suyash!

    Hank

    Hank

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  37. sometimes you have to go back to that place to move forward and heal.

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