Suresh Iyer Poet Quatrain

Moment of Madness

Vultures of doubt hover in my mind
Death beckons me
Live like a Stranger in my abode
Naught for me to live

Sparrows tweet around
On the soil beside me
Bend down, I sip water
Made muddy by rain

Came out of my walls
Tears flow down my eyes
Quench my parched throat
My hearts start beating

Feel light and tranquil
Sky is my home
Birds are my friends
Dogs line up to seek food

Push all away, I laugh aloud
My plate was empty a moment ago
Brimming with madness
My hands are full

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. October 24, 2010 at 9:11 AM Very vivid imagery you have here Suresh and quite thought-provoking too-- I think we all feel this way sometimes and you definitely expressed it so well! -- nikko :)

De R October 22, 2010 at 5:34 AM when you are overwhelmed with sorrow, you can't enjoy the beauty that surrounds you. Great writing here, Suresh! Emilia

Joe Flach October 21, 2010 at 8:26 AM Love the first line!!! Madness, indeed. Nicely done, Suseh. Joe

Dr.Ram Mehta October 21, 2010 at 7:29 AM It's blissful and wishful moment of madness, i enjoyed it, Suresh

Carolyn Devonshire October 21, 2010 at 7:25 AM It seems some nice things have been laid upon your plate -- songbirds and a life in the sky -- but you can't put the sorrow behind you to enjoy them. A very apt description of depression, which used to be mistaken for madness. I found your poem very interesting, thought provoking. Best wishes, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick October 21, 2010 at 7:07 AM Very descriptive and expressive..I am glad that I chose this one to read this A.M. Sara

Nette Onclaud October 21, 2010 at 5:05 AM A totally riveting feel here, suresh.. warmest, nette