Showers of solitude

Anticipating a reunion
amidst the clouds of
dreams,visualizing
to drench in the
showers of
solitude.
Floated in
a twister of
despair,cloned
myself in umpteen
mirrors,hazy 
figures perceived in 
multiple frames,
flipped chipped
frames in glee, unskilled
in a trial of fortune,tripped over
a barrel rolled down the creek, without a
paddle,drowning half with each turbulence.
Seized in an eddy tossed endlessly mending the vivid
colors of a zillion rainbows.
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About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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One Response to Showers of solitude

  1. BETWEEN THE LINES: AN APPRECIATION REVIEW OF YOUR ABOVE POEM
    When the Poetess is in her solitude, inspired to cry out and write down few lines, this would never leave you in your times of troubles as always. A soft touch for a comfort or a gap to fill that solitude is very essential in our human life, In other words solitude itself is a stress. No one could have come this so far. Better to take and nurture the good times and its related memory lane, instead of undergoing the shadows of bad times, but there should be someone in life to take you just the way you are. Accept the other end just as it comes to you.
    When the Poetess is in her solitude, inspired to cry out and write down few lines, this would never leave you in your times of troubles as always. A soft touch for a comfort or a gap to fill that solitude is very essential in our human life, In other words solitude itself is a stress. No one could have come this so far. Better to take and nurture the good times and its related memory lane, instead of undergoing the shadows of bad times, but there should be someone in life to take you just the way you are. Accept the other end just as it comes to you
    It is true that always a trip over a barrel somehow., Poetess Piusha Singh recollects now to think about such experiences which is really painful but, she wishes to laugh at those instances and experiences and to take those like fun oriented situations, or feel like humor to laugh than to cry. What I really appreciate and admire, looking and reading her verses, She accepts that her simple and humble writings has always helped her to emit a lot on those situations either in her own life or in others.
    Like Billy Joel mentioned, ” I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints – the sinners are much more fun.” For Poet Piush Singh's poetry life may not be so sweet, but she enjoys each and every moment in real life whatever this Earthly life contributes to her, this is an amazing concept implied in her poetic mind, My applause, My love to her poems.)
    Every now and then, when someone is really heartbreaking silently through an outright deserted backdrop of love, an overwhelming illusion can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The adjacent space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a impartial grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut its way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.
    Symbolically the desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface. The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. Life is always inside out, and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of real life, compared to eco-friendly movements in this universe, balanced by water, air and our existence. Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both are furious within the hidden life. The only veil that stands between perceptions of what is hidden the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to violate the surface and be submerged in life.

    Though short in its format, Poetess Piusha Singh's canvas is so wide and this is an amazing, alluring verse on solitude and its after effects, Her poems on solitude and heart breaking life agonies are excellent to my poetic thoughts and experience..
    BY
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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