By Monideepa Chowdhury
The placid mind with its tinge of feelings
indescribable, impalpable.
Just after a storm that hits the shores,
destroys everything—fine, nice, good, not so good.
Afterwards, it returns,
leaving behind all,
to bleed
and then to heal
each in its own way.
The labouring hand,
barely oblivious with its emptiness,
carries on.
Thirty-six, thirty-seven...
and so on.
Very poignant!
A touch of T. S. Eliot!
Touching & bottomless ! Heartbreaking expression ! Excellent !
Quiet… Precise…. Evocative…. Just what a poem can do.
A question mark(?) for the slam management if it has not made to the final list.
Such a profound expression of emotions! An evocative piece that beautifully mirrors the inner reflections of the heart. The flow of words and subtle emotions make it truly mesmerizing. Well done.
A real good poem about a placid mind and its different trajectories The labouring hand is the source of all creation and mischief.Well done!
Wonderfully put forth of the emotional journey that the poet has gone through in life using strong metaphor. It captures the poets inner turmoil in recent past.
Wonderfully put forth of the emotional journey that the poet has gone through in life using strong metaphor. It captures the poets inner turmoil in recent past.
A really a very thought provoking message, with high emotions and spirituality, hats off to the writer…..Ms. Monideepa Chowdhury
A really a very thought provoking message, with high emotions and spirituality, hats off to the writer…..Ms. Monideepa Chowdhury
A really a very thought provoking message, with high emotions and spirituality, hats off to the writer…..Ms. Monideepa Chowdhury
Very innovative….you got to understand the depth behind.. Lovely message 😊 😊😊