VOID ABODE

VOID ABODE

A Poem by Anushka Saha

"This is a poem personifying the perception of death by human beings, by the first person dialogue, here the place(abode) we reach after death is calling himself a shapeshifter that changes from void to a physical space with the help of our insight that we weave in our mind. We reach a hollow sphere which manifests according to our own exclusive perception."

Void Abode




The hollow realm from where I decipher,

Smirking at light I relish my desires.

A nadir, where born lustily from your fears,

Uncloak me, the day you are prey to my own center.

 

The land of mystery you acclaim,

Verses about me to earn feigning fame

Ostentatious you portray my void entrance,

Little did you know, I am a creation of your puny little brain.

 

A vacuumed arena; made freshly from your poetic pen,

Some call me darkness, well rest just mayhem’s den.

Scenic zeal I fill your heart with.

Burning pyres, silent acres, howling souls and myriad sinners.

 

A corked azure decanter resembles the land I reside.

Brimming at its edges with your conscience’s insight,

Alas you would know your death leads me not,

A land in solitary you reach, born from your own thoughts.

 

 

Fragmented into motes you christen me, as an eternal puzzle.

Little did you realize my nation’s, eerily barren.

Painted imagery you opt from the superfluous conscience,

Fear not - am a canvas; unique to your own perseverance.

© 2016 Anushka Saha


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*claps*
strong confident words..........
death is fascinating..........the mystery will never be revealed to a living one......
but yes, that doesn't stop, rather encourage speculations.......
profound.....
carefully crafted......
i loved it!!!
:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anushka Saha

7 Years Ago

Thank You :)



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Amazing use of words my friend. I had to read twice.
"A vacuumed arena; made freshly from your poetic pen,
Some call me darkness, well rest just mayhem’s en.
Scenic zeal I fill your heart with.
Burning pyres, silent acres, howling souls and myriad sinners. "
The above lines. Solid and so good. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


Perhaps, I could change my thoughts and turn this realm into what this is not! Great concept with imagery!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anushka Saha

7 Years Ago

Thankyou :)
Fascinating use of wording here that really led me down several paths of thought, excellent. Unique is the term relevant, death is a perception individual to each self, you take the reader through a journey of the mind and heart, awesome piece :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anushka Saha

7 Years Ago

Thankyou Much :)
*claps*
strong confident words..........
death is fascinating..........the mystery will never be revealed to a living one......
but yes, that doesn't stop, rather encourage speculations.......
profound.....
carefully crafted......
i loved it!!!
:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anushka Saha

7 Years Ago

Thank You :)

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Added on August 24, 2016
Last Updated on August 24, 2016
Tags: death, personification, gothic, soul, metaphysics

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Anushka Saha
Anushka Saha

kolkata, Beliver of the Mystic Law, India



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An INFP, on a quest to explore the unseen, inscribes the unperceivable, explores the parallel dimensions sailing through the Inky way. If I fall into your sphere of tangibility, help me improve, shar.. more..

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