Dr. Upma A. Sharma Poet Free verse

Rock My World

Far away from harsh reality,
Where monotony of life prevails,
Let me live in the dreamiest world,
Every moment to jump with joy,
Folding and unfolding in middle air !

Sitting on the back of giant terrapin,
Dancing to the tunes back and forth,
Rhyming with the drifting sea tides,
Unending rungs of ladder are visible,
Hierarchy of desires, climb up the sky !

Twined strings that take me to heavens,
Where Freedom of body, freedom of spirit,
Get an essence maybe fiction and fantasy,
Truth may be a stranger, fiction is truer,
Be it an illusion, must Rock my world !





Written on 29/4/14
Sponsor- Debbie Guzzi

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Roy Jerden April 30, 2014 at 7:45 AM Ah, I see you chose the turtle also. Congratulations!

Dr.Ram Mehta April 30, 2014 at 2:09 AM Great write on Rock My world contest. Congrats on the win. Dr. Upma

Poet Destroyer A April 29, 2014 at 8:07 PM Dr Umpa, a xool rocking poem... Congrats in D G.'s contest.... Linda

Verlena S. Walker April 29, 2014 at 5:45 PM Beautiful Dr. Upma. Congratulations on winning in Debbie's contest... Verlena

Sara Kendrick April 29, 2014 at 1:47 PM Enjoyed reading your creative work..Very descriptive of the picture in Deb' contest..Thanks for the visit to my page.Sara

Paul Callus April 29, 2014 at 9:51 AM Yes Dr...rock your world; dare to branch out of the mainstream roads that have become artificial, complicated and commercialized. Taste the juices that flow in the realm of fantasy. // great write. gl in contest. // paul

Sam Toil April 29, 2014 at 7:53 AM Love your poem, Dr. Upma. Yes we do tend to want to escape the "harsh reality" and retreat into our fantasies. Before mass-produced entertainment. What did people do? I suppose they sat around camp-fires at night telling themselves stories. Still it seems that withdrawal-into-fantasy is in high gear nowadays. Maybe its because we are making ourselves into machines, while the mind rebels? Whatever the reason, I feel this tendency is accelerating. Hopefully for the best. Peace...Sam