What Is Life? Comments

Hey is LFE really like this? ? wonderful that we still have life..

I wish life would have been like this... but in rality, it's a never ending itch!

'A breath in trance '. What do I make of this? I find this to be a more fascinating question than the one which inspired it. Perhaps, it is known in the east. In the west, there is no life or' breath in trance'. If I see a' breath in trance ', I shall tell you. That you will know that there is still life in the west. GW62

Dear Abhaji, Well written.... Here in Cochin, everything is a mess... So I feel: Life is a neverending itch!

Beautiful thoughts expressed in beautiful lines; 10/10! - Raj Nandy 30 May 08

whoa, very deep 'an incessant struggle' leads its way into 'elfin joy' i like that...i like the imagery of how troubling life can be but somehow elfs are more playful and innocent, maybe a place we wish to return sometimes.

... a soul searching poem.

Abha, I liked this poem, there is life in each line, flows beautifully, life is a breath in between one trance, good

Inspiring Another breath in trance. how true.... u did justice to yr well thoughts...

Abha, Yours philosophical thinking for me it is very attractive, but this the routine is expensive really... Thank you for sharing, Rindest regards, Tsira

good rythm abha, , , , , ,

Very peaceful piece. If only everyone thought like you my friend. Regards Craig.

simply superb. Hope to follow in ur footsteps some day...

i invite you for a cup of coffee tonght :)

A breath in trance...... splendid line. Inspirational piece Abha

Inspiring Another breath in trance Takes my breath away. For what is the engine of forward movement in life - if not expectation. Everything we do is born of expectation. Take care....

And creating another 'breath in trance' too. Very much like the easy, relaxed style of this poem - nothing forced - a lovely series of life's consequences. F

Nice work here, Abha! Lilly :)

sooooooooooo true.... very good write

Richly philosophic.I am reminded of The Tempest when Prospero says We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. (IV.i.148–158) We Always strieving for this 'elfin joy' which remains a mirage forever. Thanx for sharing ur thoughts. regards. Anil Kumar