"Mind is territorial, psyche is the element of space, extraterritorial, which revels for sure in utopian ideals of goodness and greatness."
Pragmatism of mind and Idealism of Psyche, they both co-exist within us, leading often to battles. These battles of emotions do continue, in my case, until words rush out from the city of my heart and draw up their tents on some piece of paper. My poems are conglomerations of these REFUGEES and shelters of these IMMIGRANTS of the city of my heart.
Bard of Avon writes in his 55th sonnet:
Neither marble nor the guilded monuments,
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright jn these contents,
Than unswept stone,besmeared with sluttish time.
He had great faith in the immortality of words and I too have a great faith in it. You may give a thousand gifts to someone, extravagant and luxurious, but still more than anything, they remember till their last breaths those some words that you said at some point of time with honesty of emotions and fullness of devotion. They keep those words with them and cherish them throughout. Longevity of words can be therefore not denied and this ' longevity' is very long....very very..long.
I hope you like this book and cherish the poems and give a special place to them in your hearts to make my words in true sense- IMMORTAL IMMIGRANTS.
THANK YOU!!!
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IMMORTAL IMMIGRANTS
PoetryThese words have escaped the city of my heart and are refugees here with their tents on the pages of this book beseeching nationalities of your hearts. Give them the nationalities of your heart.
