Million Frames

Haunted by your
gnawing memories
a tale crushed in an
obsession towards
uncertain layers of
hidden emotions,
prevailed by the
frenzy passion 
bursting out
from a maniac
essence of past.
Crazily deviated
wandered aimlessly
unhinged by any orders
of  ego,floated in the
endless reveries of
million frames captured 
since eons,matured raw 
in this pain,walked 
alone demented in 
the thawed lanes
 of today.


About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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4 Responses to Million Frames

  1. Tito Dutta says:

    That is a nice poem.


  2. Piusha Singh says:

    Thnxxx a million Titoji.


  3. Dear Poetess Piusha Singh,

    After the Greetings,
    Your above poem refers,
    Emotions govern us and our character and its personality behaviors. As we try to form relations in the present life, hidden emotions can rise up to create stable roadblocks. Looking out through emotions stored, both in our own mind and body, we always see others through the lens of old fears, old anger, and old sadness. Then we all try to play out old emotions on someone new–who is not actually the root cause of your emotional issues.

    When we don't take responsibility for healing our emotional baggage, we expect too much of our relationships. We expect others to be more than loving and supportive. Not taking responsibility for healing our own baggage, we demand our relationships become therapy to heal our past.
    One of the greatest gifts we can give our relationships is to face and heal our own emotions. Also, one of the most powerful gifts we can give ourselves is to find the courage to feel and heal…

    Good write, My applause, One suggestion: Try to collect all comments and notes from all your valuable readers and fans, these needs to be compiled, whenever you or I feel like publishing these verses in the print media, it has its own value in the long run. My new site has been named and registered not as as discussed earlier, as the name is not at all available in the web domain distribution center. Hence, I have already booked as ( means INTERNET AUTHOR, INDIAN AUTHOR etc, same like and – Just keeping you updated since you will be leading the next generation of poets, Regards & Love WILLIAMSJI MAVELI


  4. Our life is an unfolding, an enthralling stage show, personal and full of wonders. Something sustains life. You are not the owner here. And nothing really belongs to anyone. It is all changing hands, altered minds, so that the one celestial dream may realize itself. We are taking our share and passing it on. We are the turn of phrase of our true love, the true liveliness that is not separate from us. It is within us, around us, and everything is a beautified appearance of its infinite creativity. We only need to surrender to that shaking familiarity from which we think we are separated. Only the thought of separation is enough to destroy us, and keep us miserable. The ultimate bonding can happen when we have realized it happens within us. Regards WILLIAMSJI MAVELI


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