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Helpless I watch them, Ironically.
by Ashok Sharda
There is a space
Out there
Over flowing with vibrations
I have association with
Within.
There are people
Out there
And places
Sounds
Shapes
And colors
And objects
I have association with
Within.
There are thoughts
And thoughts
Associated with thoughts
Associated with the people
And places
Sounds shapes and colors
And objects
I have association with
Within.
How do I stop reacting to the
Onslaught
Of these vibrations
When my senses are
Ever receptive to one
And all?
How do I stop
Those various Is from appearing
Disappearing and reappearing
Energized by those association
Associated with the people
And places
Sounds shapes and colors
And objects
And thoughts
Associated with the thoughts
Pushing me aside
All the time
Claiming to be
ME.
Ironically, I watch them so helplessly
In order to BE.
10/11/2003 Posted on 10/11/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ashok Sharda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 10/11/03 at 05:10 PM You can't stop it. That is what is so beautiful about it, eh? The struggle is the journey. Wonderful tautology, beautifully applied. Thank you, Ashok. Heart, star |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 10/11/03 at 09:13 PM This makes me ponder on the many connections we have in our lives~with technology and transportation, so much more than in generations past. No wonder some stay so stressed! Very thought provoking poem! |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/12/03 at 02:38 AM This seems as if it is a continuation of your "platform" poem. Well written |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 10/13/03 at 04:19 AM the part that's really YOU is the watcher, and the way to have him win is to control the focus on the onslaught. this way you will BE but you will not be lost under a barrage of impressions, you can look at them like you do with glasses- you're taking everything in, but only what's through the frames is important and all the peripheries to whatever you're looking at are blurry. it's an interesting poem, you bring up a valid point on this path. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 10/13/03 at 01:28 PM Indeed, how do we be without loosing the me.
Good work .
--bf |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/13/03 at 01:38 PM Yes. To separate yourself from the chaos yet still allow it, and yourself, to BE. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/13/03 at 06:18 PM Intriguing to say the least. I should have anticipated the twist at the end. This is pure Ashok! :) A bit of alliteration moves this along. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/14/03 at 02:15 AM Again, you give this old Western mind pause and challenge my social psychology. I guess observing and writing about all those associations limits their intrusion. Thanks yet again for your wisdom, my friend. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 10/14/03 at 01:36 PM thought provoking and challenging indeed! ... i needed to re-read the penultimate stanza 4 times !! Aargh!... you got me Ashok! nice one! ;) |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/14/03 at 02:56 PM Your poems put my mind put in gear. Love the way it challenges my thinking! |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 10/14/03 at 06:08 PM Though often it may seem like being overwhelmed by the senses and these vibrations, it is also true that these are some of the things which have helped to fashion the "I" that we have become. I guess it is up to decide which ones to use in a positive fashion and which ones we need to try to shut-out, or mold to fit our designs. Thought provoking as always! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/14/03 at 06:14 PM Interesting commentary on how much the outside affects the inside, and ultimately vise versa. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 10/15/03 at 09:13 PM You cant socialize without being socialized. Its almost impossible to just observe things anymore. Darn it. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/16/03 at 04:02 PM *softly smiling*... you ask and answer at the same time. And do so beautifly! |
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