I woke up,
And walked away,
The body,
As it was moribund,
The body was behaving,
Like a sluggard,
Dragging itself,
As if it was,
under lots of pressure,
to fulfill the dreams,
to stop the heart’s screams,
to live before dying,
As I saw it,
Resting under the mud,
I felt weightless,
The union with the body,
Over the years,
Killed me,
And as it was dead,
I became alive,
I, the soul of everything,

0 thoughts on “Nothing…”

  1. Meenakshi Sethi says:

    I the soul of everything,
    Deep and soulful! 🌺

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much for reading..

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you..glad you liked..🙂

  2. Mabel Kwong says:

    Another lovely, in-depth and reflective poem from you, Shreyans. When we’re going after our dreams, often we feel two different kinds of emotions as you pointed out: nothing because we feel like we will not achieve anything but at the same time also a feeling of freedom when we try. I see you tagged this post ‘learning’. We certainly learn with each passing moment, be it an important lesson or learn where we want to go.

    1. shreyans says:

      thank you so much read my poems and respond beautifully..thank you for motivating..

      1. Mabel Kwong says:

        The pleasure is mine. Thank you for writing and for motivating all of us, always giving us something to think about.

  3. ZenLikeFuck says:

    What a thought provoking piece! We tend to carry our dreams like a burden when only they should be setting us free. I think it’s all in the head. Love how the poem ends with the resurrection of soul. Great work!

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much.your interpretation is to the point..thanks for reading..

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