POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's Poem " Showers of solitude"

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 POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's Poem " Showers of solitude",  posted on 02nd September, 2014

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Showers of solitude

By Poetess Piusha Singh

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Anticipating a reunion

amidst the clouds of

dreams,vi(ualizing

to drench in the

showers of

solitude.

( When the Poetess is in her solitude, inspired to cry out and write down few lines, this would never leave you in your times of troubles as always. A soft touch for a comfort or a gap to fill that solitude is very essential in our human life, In other words solitude itself is a stress. No one could have come this so far. Better to take and nurture the good times and its related memory lane, instead of undergoing the shadows of bad times, but there should be someone in life to take you just the way you are. Accept the other end just as it comes to you )

Floated in

a twister of

despair,cloned

myself in umpteen

mirrors,hazy 

( It is  true that always a  trip over a barrel somehow., Poetess Piusha Singh recollects now to think about such experiences which is really  painful but, she wishes to  laugh at those instances and experiences and to take those like fun oriented situations, or  feel like humor to laugh than to cry. What I really appreciate and admire, looking and reading her verses, She accepts that  her simple and humble  writings has always helped her to emit a lot on those situations either in her own life or in others.)

figures perceived in 

multiple frames,

flipped chipped

frames in glee, unskilled

in a trial of fortune,tripped over

a barrel rolled down the creek, without a

paddle,drowning half with each turbulence.

Seized in an eddy tossed endlessly mended the vivid

colors of a zillion rainbows.

Like Billy Joel mentioned, " I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun." For Poet Piush Singh's poetry  life may not be  so sweet, but she enjoys each and every moment in real life  whatever this Earthly life contributes  to her, this is an  amazing concept implied in her poetic mind, My applause, My love to her poems.)

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Every now and then, when someone is really heartbreaking silently through an outright deserted backdrop of love, an overwhelming illusion can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The adjacent space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a impartial grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut its way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface. The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. Life is always inside out, and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of real life, compared to eco-friendly movements in this universe, balanced by water, air and our existence.   Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both are  furious within the hidden life. The only veil that stands between perceptions of what is hidden the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to violate the surface and be submerged in life.

Though short in its format, Poetess Piusha Singh's  canvas is so wide and this is an amazing, alluring verse on solitude and its after effects, Her poems on solitude and heart breaking life agonies are excellent to my poetic thoughts and experience, My applause, My love, My vote, Much appreciated, Awaiting to read and share more of her powerful verses on life, love and despair.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Poem & Picture Copyright to

Poetess Piusha Singh

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ABOUT POET'S PEN: Williamsji Maveli writes a column titled "Poet's Pen" in view of bringing connectivity between the author and reader for a better understanding of poetic aspects in creativity perspective. This column will highlight on the content of a poem picked at random by the author, which will be appearing on daily basis as and when the authors feels to upload the posting.  Reader's valuable comments, both positive and negative are most welcome and will be highly appreciated by me

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