The Virtual Paradise Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Those rambling uneasy feelings like froth,
Foam forth beneath the hard crammy thoughts;
What seems to evade, lurks beneath the mind;
What is trying to form or shape itself into a find,
A new prompt or some venturesome plots?

Great finds and strange formations emerged
A lot out of such crazy fits and seasoned hold,
Musings, searches, builds and all pursuits bold,
Have but led to novel structures and mould;
The surreal mind has the power of shining gold



Uneasy, stale wishes web an ensnaring net
In and arround the dark soul, but to entangle
The humming and pestering little things about
And end up in waiting, in the lost corner spot;
Or in a choiceless way to beat and sprangle?

The thinking Real and the feeling Virtual duo
Mark the domain of the soul, dubious and frail:
To stay back and abide by the loud command
Or to yield to the eloquent temptations at hand;
The fallen angel chose to reign in the Hell...!