I couldnot let me die, yesterday

Cool

good and evil. good wins Most of the time, thank goodness!

Facing our own insecurities makes us our own worst critic sometimes. It is like a battle within our selves when we come to that precipice. Good one.

This was cool

kushal

a fine verse

i like these lines

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants

of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.

I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

Thank you.

ilike the use dark rants

absolutely enthralling~

Thank you for posting to Guttergirls~

avoid the cornice

listen to mother earth

use the furnace

to warm cold bones

use the earth

to learn

Jan, that was inspiring as well.

I am concerned. Great poem and universal in nature. Thank you for posting to our group.

I am always amazed at how you can write these every day, such deeply felt writes, and work and live and do everything that you do.... I think of your poetry often, it has seeped into my bones...

You know what I am talking about, but you are one of my pillars of life.

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Perhaps I have the wrong take on this but my first impression is "yes, we are the ones who can save us when we are in despair"

With a little help from my friends

Seems as if he saved himself, from himself. That's good.

Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting .

When our friends and we ourselves are enough, that it gratifying.  If not, it's perilous.  Sometimes we need professional help to deal with suicidal ideation.

John, you are so right.  Sometimes all of our resources are not meeting the need and then we need to find help from professionals.

Our thoughts and imaginations never go stale when reading your work, Kushal.

He does not want me to die. Nicely said. no one wants to. lol beautiful

Glad you did, we'd really miss our Kushal after all.

Very interesting theme Poddar and a very well written poem.

Well written poem Ku. Loved this:

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking,

telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,

is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

The wedding of selves, the one on the cornice, and the one who is you "down on the Earth". Making that an arranged affair daily, sometimes moment by moment.

You've given us a fine glimpse at the crossroads Kushal. Thanks for posting to The Surreal Circus

very nicely done!

The feelings of despair and the observation of the dual nature of our consciousness (saying different things) are well-expressed. Sometimes it is tempting to opt out of the world of turmoil, heartaches and disappointments...but nothing is solved from the other side. We just have to come back and do it over again.

There are the joys, too...which we forget sometimes, when immersed in a dark mood.

I would miss you, dear friend! No, don't do it.

Yes, I know it's a poem...

I know. But now a days I am writing truthful poetries.

Poddar,

You are unique. Quite Unique.

And your truthful poems are a gift to all.

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Nicely said.

Your poems always are so good. 

out on a ledge there eh Poddar?!

good verses evil, love it!

Biting his nails in tension while appearing calm.   Isn't that like a duck?  Calm on the surface but paddling to beat hell just under the surface.

I, too, survived.  But sometimes the Devil does win and it's good to remember that as well.

Excellent work Ku.

thanks!

thanks for sharing your poem

despair is visible and written beautifully.Bravo!

"I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment."

Heartbreaking line...

"And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking,

telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,

is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead."

THIS is powerful!

GOOD WORK, Poddar!