Mulligatawny Dreams

Poem By Meena Kandasamy

Falling into an abyss, looking around, seeing silhouettes as they
run back and forth, teasing, taunting, and captivating this poet's
curiosity which never lets go.

Wanting to know and question everything in this life, remembering
the beauty and collections of nature, humanity and wildlife, leaving
nothing out, wanting to describe it all.

While looking at a photographic memory screen that never fades away,
showing the goodness of life and also the sadness and sorrow of it,
tears falling from everyone's eyes for one reason or another.

Breaking hearts, suffering like rain falling upon individuals in and out through years of being alive, a most unusual and tempting source of creativity in poet's lives.

An intellectual interior life of a poet, dealing with feelings, and emotions of other people, senses filtering themselves with positive recriminations, one's giving new insight; living it is a fascinating
curiosity, one that's always present in a poet's lifetime.
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Comments about Mulligatawny Dreams

A well penned poem. Truly exceptional....5 stars*****
Suffering no way gives us happiness. Broken heart expresses grief. But when we connect inner core of soul with God then naturally power of resistance comes and we feel the natural joy for long time. The theme of poem is very motivational one. I love such poem.
'Breaking hearts, suffering like rain falling upon individuals in and out through years of being alive, a most unusual and tempting source of creativity in poet's lives.' - Absolutely true! 'curiosity, one that's always present in a poet's lifetime' - It's so true for me too!


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