Realisation

At last I have realized it
Or may be it is the beginning
From all the faces of innocence
I have moved to vulgarity,
Where once through the window panes
Eyes blinks to sun to give a halo
Now insipid haste of rivers is
To the endless depth of ocean only,
Those fingers that touched the mighty skin
Are trying again for prosopopoeia
A thousands way are leading here
Not a single route to innocence again.

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

That first bit read a bit funny I would suggest to go through it again. And true enough about the theme. Where have the ideals gone? It seems that everything that gets posted on TV or fed onto the stream of online has something to do with abuse of humanity. How are we to avoid that and get onto a more constructive route?

Good question here.

Thankyou

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Rene :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend.
"A thousands way are leading here
Not a single route to innocence again."
Innocence gone, cannot be found again. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[amrit]

Intelligently penned.i liked how throughout the message was being conveyed with every word. Great job ..

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot

[Mayank]

Words are written well, question that will obviously stay in our head. However, I think you are not keen on punctuation.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks for reading and reviewing

[Avanthika]

indeed after a particular age everyone loose their innocent character, no matter how hard we try we never get back those innocent days.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot :)

[Angad Waraich]

We all have to open our eyes to harsh realities of life sooner or later and we do loose our innocence down this line..
Well done, thank you for sharing

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Angad :)

[Briana O'Connor]

Brilliant expression and creative idea. There's some words that have (s) or do not have (s) that make the reading a bit difficult to understand. Here is a suggestion:

At last(,) I have realized it(,)
Or may be it is the beginning
From all the faces of innocence(.)
I have moved to vulgarity,
Where once through the window pane
Eyes blink to sun to give a halo(.)
Now insipid haste of rivers (are)
To the endless depth(s) of ocean(s)(,) only
Those fingers that touched the mighty skin
Are trying again for prosopopoeia(.)
A thousand way(s) are leading here(,)
Not a single route to innocence again.

Hope this helps. Well penned!

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot for your suggestions and a fine review :)

[Baby Ricochet]

We all do that sometimes...............

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot :)

[Skuldaegz]

Innumerable paths forward. No way back.You cannot change who you have let yourself become, only who you will be, but who you are in each moment will be with you forever.

This is a good poem, I like it. I had to read a few lines a couple times to catch the meaning, honestly. Overall though, that did not substantially detract from my enjoyment of the poem. So good stuff.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot for a nice analysis :)

[MomzillaNC]

Wonderful lines. You've captured the dichotomy of age and experience, the innocence the must be lost to gain wisdom.

NOTE:
"A [thousand ways] are leading here""

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much MomzilleNc

[MomzillaNC]

You're very welcome.

[R Smith]

That's quite challenging write for me, it seems you have started writing in innocence but somehow have become drawn away from this to a less than ideal world of the more seedy side of life, I hope there is hope you will regain that innocence :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Richard :)