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raviteja kasturi

Inspirational Drama


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raviteja kasturi

Inspirational Drama


Dichotomous Deliberations

Dichotomous Deliberations

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Trotting on the marble floor I drag my legs to the entrance door.

I raise my hand to wave a bye and say my prayer as I shut my eye.

I jolt a jog to get my bike for the time is nigh to start my hike.

A clutch of gear rakes a spark and ignites a motion in my ark.

The wrooming noise paces my heart as I began to traverse down the path of wrath.

To my left I see the soothing sea and to my right I feel the seething glare.

Besmirched by these bristle stares I shift my gear to evade my stare.

A worried thought crosses my mind as I begin to question my kind!

Are these the people who encompass love or are these the ones who form the tumultuous horde?

How has time come to this, where man has no time to seek his kind and speak his mind!

How has time become so, where love has paved way to hatred and empathy has lost its significance to indifference.

Suddenly I remember the eternal words of Persy Bysshe Shelley echoing through my head...

"Death is here and death is there,

Death is busy everywhere,

All around, within, beneath,

Above is death - and we are death.


Death has set his mark and seal

On all we are and all we feel,

On all we know and all we fear,


First our pleasures die - and then

Our hopes, and then our fears - and when

These are dead, the debt is due,

Dust claims dust - and we die too.


All things that we love and cherish,

Like ourselves must fade and perish;

Such is our rude mortal lot -

Love itself would, did they not."


and the pacing heart screeches and stops 


But then I recollect a Robert Frost

"The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.....and miles to go before I sleep......"


And a reignited hope burns my heart.

Let the world seeth and jest but I will never stop or rest.

For the world is but who we are..

Bound by time it shows what we are......


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