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Tied to the wheels of death.
by Ashok ShardaTied to the wheels of death
I keep on moving
Round and round
Commencing my journey from X time
Terminating it at Y
Returning back to X
Umpteen times
Multiplied by umpteen times.
Is there a way out?
If X and Y are simultaneous
Ever present.
Chronologically
For the sake of documentation
I was born in the X time
I died in the Y.
02/09/2003 Posted on 02/09/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ashok Sharda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Deanna M Gritsonis on 02/09/03 at 09:24 AM I love the xy part to this so DNA of you. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/03 at 02:56 PM As are well all sir. Worthy poetics from A to Z or should I say X to Y. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 02/09/03 at 03:44 PM I thoroughly enjoyed this timeless piece Ashok. Especially the metaphoric use of the wheel and its cyclical connotation.
Peace... |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 02/09/03 at 06:23 PM Very thought provoking and quite an interesting read. |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 02/13/03 at 01:54 AM meet me in the Z time and we will transcend these trivialities.
love. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/06/03 at 06:54 PM X, Y and...umpteen? - the value at which philosophy and math diverge?
Good to be reminded that 'life' and 'death' are not synonymous with 'beginning' and 'end', unless one is feeling particularly egocentric :o] |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/08/03 at 07:07 AM very philosophical... and thought provoking... you have a way with that :)... blessings, my friend |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 01/20/04 at 07:46 PM *Is there a way out?* I don't think there's any escaping the cycle of death and rebirth...not the first time nor the 'upteenth time,'
*Tied to the wheels of death
I keep on moving
Round and round* Yes, it's a cycle that we feel we have to name or document, as you said, though X & Y are relative in time. Why do we see their existance as plots - specific beginning and ending points on the axis of life when they are truly ever existing? This reminds me of another of your poems, The unknown can�t be verbalized...nor can any other cycle of nature be truly and accurately defined by our percieved meaning of X and Y. Hmmm...hope I'm making sense here :-)
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