POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's poem " Mutilated Core "

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POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's poem, Mutilated Core, posted on date 22nd August, 2014

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• Mutilated Core
• By Piusha Singh

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• Blended emotions in dried
• up ocean of  ardor,heart
• torn and scattered, frozen
• in the long lanes of  love.

( A  cut off, spoiled,  heart to heart love relationship towards the right to the center or the most significant integral, innermost part in life )

• Crafted deception by destiny,
• a broken toy in your hands.
• Neglected in total as i lie on
• the streets of  ambitions listless.

(Today, we speak about destiny in life. The imaginary used as "A broken toy" is excellent . In life, we always take a break to try to be "someone" for somebody who never thought of you  as anyone appreciated and important-friendship. The usage " the streets of ambitions listless" is highly poetical, My applause to Poetess Piusha Singh)

• Encircled in unanswerable queries,
• I remained as a confused curiosity
• in the eyes of wandering entities
• daunted to unfold this hazy riddle. 

( Inside, you are fully aware of your love towards the friend, and you know the space you  had for him or her, which is  now crushed and broken).

• Injured endlessly in this never
• ending war of existence for self.
• In search for a mysterious birth 
• on quest to heal my mutilated core.

( Human life is for a survival and existence. In time it will be for the best...although you feel emptiness...knowing what you had considered worthwhile now proved as shallow and unreal )

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You might have learned sometimes emotions seem clearer than perception, and eventually can lead to a heartbreaking revelation that someone cherished proves that their friendship was in fact deception. You may burst into tears of cry realizing that once again you believed the lies that were in disguise and covered up. Your honesty was masked with praise. You can learn further to move on...but you won't forget what was forgotten and actually believed as a lie. Not a lie out of the mouth...but of the heart. That piece of friendship is now torn apart.

If the divine light is the first beam of light we torch at pure love, surely it is that love which brings first a drop of ever shining  light to the lover's light heart. Love is divine as it contributes sacrifices and humbleness among good living couples.

Dear Poetess Piusha Singh, Please accept my congratulations for sharing a wonderful verse with COSMO viewers. Wish you good luck and " May God Bless " for your future poetry scribblings.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Courtesy :

Poem  copy right to Piusha Singh

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