A word before you read

I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Rogue Web

A faint blip in the cosmic web,
marked its birth and its ebb.
Weaving a fine elementary first mesh
it began in the web of life its life rush
to explore, play and trap prey thoughts.

Bigger it grew, intricate and thicker
dual threads of good, bad, it and other.
Then as it spewed, threads of dark desire grew,
widening its move, reach, play and slew
weaving ceaselessly self-obsessed sheaths.

With a swift coup the web went rogue
snaring its source in a universe vague
crafting a web of illusions as in dreams
entwined in a maze of thought-seams
brittle strands of a secure sand castle. 
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  1. Hareshwar P SinghJuly 15, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    We humans also seem to have gone rogue--caught in the inescapable snare of the rogue web.
    This poem is a good attempt at a subjective view of a worldwide phenomenon.

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