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I tried my utmost Â1
by Ashok Sharda
I tried my utmost
To assemble
My disembodied life
But, in the process
I ended up
Scattering it far and wide.
I tried my utmost
To remain as humane
As I could be
But in the process
I ended up
A granted nobody.
I tried my utmost
To accept the treasure
The present offered me
But in the process
I ended up
Living my yesterdays, everyday.
I tried my utmost
To play all kind of roles
That was needed to keep them
In good humor
But in the process
I ended up
In the midst of a sustained sadness.
Now, when I am trying my utmost
Living my life in piece meal
A bit here, a bit there
They are shouting foul
I can see them sharpening their knives
Waiting for an appropriate opportunity
For the KILL 09/10/2003 Posted on 09/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ashok Sharda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/10/03 at 02:25 PM No one is ever satisfied with what is presented to them... they make more demands on the giver til nothing is left? Trying to be something that you are not and becoming miserable in the porcess? And when you change people don't like it and attack you? A lot of different ways my mind is taking this one. Thanks for the insight. Great and thought-provoking read. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 09/10/03 at 03:40 PM wonderful display of self realization. This is a piece that can apply to so many..nice work. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/10/03 at 04:43 PM My Beautiful Friend... is it the beginning of realization... or just the reinforcement of such. Be in the moment.. and "BE" Live .. This poem reminds me of several conversations we have had. It and they both Beautiful. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/10/03 at 06:06 PM You've been spying on me again Mr. Sharda. Superbly expressed...hits uncomfortably close to home. |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/10/03 at 09:44 PM Some times, you try and try and nothing ever works out. And some times, a whole series of things fall-through. Yes, yes.. I can certainly relate. Wonderful poem, here. :) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/11/03 at 03:52 AM A mindful poem that proves one cannot be anything, until you are nothing. I say, let them pick the bones, tasty morsels, gristle, and all.
Peace... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/11/03 at 11:49 AM Reminds me of the old saying, "Trying to please everyone you please no one." JD Clay has made quite an insightful comment (from the Christian perspective especially)--{we} "cannot be anything until we are nothing". |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/11/03 at 04:34 PM I too think that Jadi's analogy gives a rightful insight into your poem Ashok ... nice work btw...especially enjoyed the build up, then the punch of the final line - well executed! |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 09/13/03 at 02:03 PM Ain't it true though. Try as we might life is a path of trials.
Nice work
-bf |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/14/03 at 04:09 AM Your poem is infinite. It wraps me in the past, present, AND future. You assemble a picture of YOUR existential predicament... and mine. Thanks for this honest and open poetic gift, my friend. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 09/15/03 at 08:17 PM So THIS is where my voice went... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/05/03 at 11:45 AM There's nothing like a well-rehearsed piece of improvisation to incite virulence...why doesn't 'life' come naturally to us? |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 10/14/03 at 06:22 PM wow. this is one of your strongest and clearest. so much effort, yet such a disassembling of self going on, weakening from all your effort, yes like a tired hunted animal, and they're closing in. this seems to straddle both the philosophical realm and a suggested hardcore mafia-like life plot realm. how is it that the efforts always turned into the opposite effect? that elicited empathy and frustration. a very intense end. wow, again. |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 10/16/03 at 01:24 PM okay--- only read this first two lines and already i am moved |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 10/16/03 at 01:24 PM i meant three |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/26/04 at 04:09 AM Its hard to be everything, its better to put your effort in being yourself. |
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