My Last day in The Hell

A simple poem depicting past life. Hell is a place where you rest for a while enroute to Heaven. It is a place of expectation, perhaps unreal. Day dreaming provides immense pleasure and that may be heaven. Hell is real where we have to fight nd the vehicle that carries to a rapturous position is our optimistic dreams.Title is appropriate and let us spread our wings to eternal pleasure from the boredom of Hell

Nice, nice work, Steven. I really don't see a thing wrong with it. It sounds rather like a resolution for the new year. Like you are going to take charge and make the new year a good year. Great wordage buddy, ~ Gee

This poem reminds me of Tracy Chapmans "Fast car" - the theme is exactly the same: The hope, however desperate, wild, unrealistic, that things can change, must change: "Any place is better". I like the fact that the escape to the "Other side" takes place in a car. It adds a certain realism to the whole thing while at the same time enhancing the 'magic' or 'religious' aspects of the poem. Unlike Tracy Chapmans very earthly destination, the destination in Ravichandrans poem is definately celestial, otherworldly and the car provides a means of transcending the limits between this world and the next. Thematically this poem hit me straioght between the eyes. Dreams of escape, means og escape. Hope. As regards the title: I'd prefer "This" to "the" - just as it is in the first line of the poem. I should not really be commenting too much on language use, English being my second / third language..

Sakk how I miss you and think of you and how I want to say this is one of the best I have read of yours. Very nice my friend, beauty!! Love, Mona

It's the only road we take alone, really. Sobering poem that has its pulse on many fill-in-your-own-blanks. Thank you SR. ~A