If I Ever Meet Myself

If I Ever Meet Myself

A Poem by Saumya
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A soliloquy poem

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If I ever happen to meet myself,

I'd sit graciously on silence's table,

And study my evolved,

yet un-evolved self,

Undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated,

By world's brightest gulf.

...and smile back, as I watch myself.

 

If I ever happen to meet myself,

I'd sit cozily on peace's table,

And watch my wounded,

yet un-wounded self,

Un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved,

By world's sorry self

...and smile back, as I watch myself.

 

If I ever happen to meet myself,

I'd sit calmly on agony's table,

And observe my painful,

yet not too painful self,

Unmoved, undaunted, unleashed,

By world's weirdest self,

...and smile back, as I watch myself.

 

If I ever happen to meet myself,

I'd sit gladly on glee's table,

With my eyes smiling, and smiling at myself,

Unaffected, unguarded, unremitted,

By world's unrequited self.

...and grin back, at myself.

 

If I ever happen to meet myself,

Twill indeed be a blessed, 

contending  miracle,

As that's when I could pat

Amd greet myself,

In real, In real, In real!

And make this fact to myself perceivable,

That Our world may sure often demand struggles,

And our mere existence in it,

May just be negligible,

But we never gotta forget

To stay hopeful,

smile and giggle at ourselves,

No matter how hard,

or harder are the struggles,

As that's the very fuel,

That can truly cause miracles,

In a world,

Often obsessed with struggles!

 

And then with a grin,

A sparkling hope within,

I'll bid myself,

A safe, sweet, serene, 

farewell.

 



 

© 2019 Saumya


Author's Note

Saumya
This is the first ever soliloquy poem, I've written this far. Thank-you for stopping by and going through my words. Please feel free to share your thoughts about the poem and rate it too.
All your comments, suggestions, feedbacks etc. are most welcome :)


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oh i really like this idea...to meet oneself...gauge a life, a personality....would we smile at ourselves or frown?
would we be undaunted? would we be at peace with our image staring back at us?

something in Oedipus talked about ..."a man on his death having no regrets" or something to that measure.
Life has regrets and pitfalls, we cannot avoid them. But, if we can even the ledger by happier times or good deeds...we can die humble and hopefully with some contentment. Nicely done.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Saumya

5 Years Ago

Thanks a zillion for praising the poem and the idea behind writing it, dear Jacob :) It indeed means.. read more



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A wonderful poem shared my friend.
"And then with a grin,
A sparkling hope within,
I'll bid myself,
A safe, sweet, serene,
farewell."
The above lines. Amazing and perfect.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


This poem inspired me to step outside of myself for some unique perspective. Its unbelievable what you can learn when you just observe yourself. Kudos on the quiet wisdom.

Posted 3 Years Ago


A superb, excellent, and well-written poem in simple and understandable language. I liked your idea of meeting yourself. Thanks for sharing this poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Wow, that was pretty good. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


i've read both versions and i like them both but i like this one more! (i tend to lose the flow when reading old english dialects so if i had a sharper mind this may not be the case) This has a wonderful cadance and so cleverly creative. I love how in your dialog of relating to yourself, it is so easy to juxtapose putting the reader in the opposing chair as well and yet you still own the contemplative. You make me want to try one of these poems now.... gonna save this one thank you

Posted 5 Years Ago


I am taking this to my favorite in the library to read when there is cold breeze, a fine morning & a hot cup of coffee. Thank you for sharing. Loved it. I read the Shakespearean version too.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Well done!
Meeting myself would be mischief.
Smiling at each other,
knowing we have a chance to play.

Mixing in our sorrows,
as well as the hope for tomorrow.

Each thinking of becoming a hermit,
knowing the other is only a step away.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Saumya,
Very clever and interesting poem. I think we would all like to meet ourselves. We probably would be surprised. Your words promote a positive message, While having an inside look at ourselves. I enjoyed this work. You are a talented writer, keep exploring new techniques.
Blessings,
Richie b.

Posted 5 Years Ago


This one is a take on what it would be like to meet an earlier version of yourself as that self negotiates the trials of life. It is an interesting concept, and the poet takes an upbeat view of it. The former selves are caught in the midst of their dramas and trying, with varying success, to deal with them. The older self regards them with compassion and understanding, resisting the tendency to judge or belittle. The last two verses are a statement of a general, positive attitude toward life and its struggles. It's a good philosophy, something many of the contributors to this site would be well advised to follow.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I think for your first ever soliloquy, I think you did a fantastic job! The flow was good, the story was even better. Thank you for sharing this story! I didn't really see anything wrong with it by the way, so nice job!

Posted 5 Years Ago



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