Heading the wrong way

Paradise so surreal lays beside 

A thorn and shrub laden solitary walkway..

Traveler so anxious ended up heading the wrong way..

Painful affairs and horrible dreams 

The heart is as bad as a block of ice

Mind's been through several viscous loots.. 

The traveler knows not where to rest it's foot.

Blisters it tries to hide from every passer-by 

Paradise Lost and the traveler picks up 

some left over baggage 

Walks again - afraid of the coming 

paranoid a little bit - 

Traveler follows instinct 

smells fragrance of that free soul 

And knows that there is a paradise 

On the other side of that barren land 

greens behind those thorns..

 

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

There has to be a barrier between us and paradise...
it does not want us to go there and destroy its meaning...
as we already do here on Earth...
but I get your drift here...

[Sami Khalil]

"Traveler follows instinct

smells fragrance of that free soul

And knows that there is a paradise

On the other side of that barren land

greens behind those thorns.."

Ttotal freedom, peace, and love what the traveler will experience on the other side. A wonderfully written poem looking forward to the other side of our painful affairs. Excellent...:)....................

[PP]

I will meet you on the other side Sami! thank you for being a part of that journey :)

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)...........................

[PP]

Much pleasure :)

[Sami Khalil]

Much welcome...:)....................

[MBUYISA]

thank you for sharing
this was good read for me ...
i am looking forward to read your work Prathama

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and well written poem.
"On the other side of that barren land
greens behind those thorns.."
If we look hard enough. We can find beauty beyond the thorns. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we always imagine paradise on the other side of thorns...but perhaps we can stay where we are and pick the thorns out of our heart...get rid of the baggage altogether, rather than letting it follow us around.

nicely penned piece.

jacob