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DELUGE

 

Too many lanes and mazing ways,

Too many tracks and too many thoughts;

In every nook and corner of the cells of brain,

Over and over the thoughts reign supreme.

 

Flooding of messages jams, brain-space;

When the rush of blood stimulates countless thoughts

It induces innumerable, good and bad thoughts

Not minding the actions that are liked or not.

 

Grotty nature added with unpleasant deeds,

And misgivings in life that causes irrecoverable loss;

As muddled thoughts erupt like volcanoes,

Quite yucky, as it makes one feel so woozy.

 

The complexities burn down the evergreen thoughts,

And dries down the stream of life and kills mental peace.

Volatile you become as the traffic comes to a halt;

The thoughts overlap and crash against each other.

 

You are chastened by the delusion you are in,

For you think, you are gone once for all.

The intemperate nature abets you to do odd things;

For you feel you are a misfit in your commune.

 

It’s so intriguing for you have let yourself down;

And your mind is flooded with too many thoughts,

Take one at a time and find time to recuperate,

For it will help you to regain your composure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When your mind is flooded with too many thoughts, you get confused for you don't know what to proceed with.  Hence, you got to decide on one such practical applicable thought and excute it one at a time so as to maintain your composure.

Ben 

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©8 July 2015 - 5:40am — pbenarumairaj
14 July 2015 - 7:32am — bishu
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A Modern Version of Frost... Nice Mr Ben

The Road Not Taken
 
 
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;         5
 
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,         10
 
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.         15
 
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

Robert Frost

         20
 

©bishu 

 

16 July 2015 - 3:34am — pbenarumairaj
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Mr. Bishop, 

You seem to show me a lot.  This great poem of Frost, i have read for the first time.  Thank you so much.  There is no wonder, I still stand as a poor reader. Thanks for introducing this poem to me.

Ben. 

16 July 2015 - 5:12am — bishu
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There is no end to reading my good friend Mr Ben

You have a long long time at your disposal .... and more treasures of worthy writers of yesterday & today waiting to be enjoyed & marvelled at ... No one is a poor reader my friend. Even looking at a flowing river and other marvellous nature as well as the zoological garden of humans around us.. worth studying. I myself marvel at how the sweet water came into tough coconuts.... and how the sun never sets on the earth.. In one place it sets only to rise in another part Surprised May ooperwalla help you to see more .... of its magical wonders and you Mr ben is one such magical wonder... Best wishes from a creature in rain-soaked Kolkata

©bishu 

 

16 July 2015 - 5:43am — pbenarumairaj
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It was raining cats and dogs throughout this summer over here. It is still a tolerable weather in our place when compared to chennai.  Hope you will get a reprive from this inclement weather and be warm enough to write a few more thought provoking poems.

Ben