I have seen the pool Of your Melancholy And sought to drown there, But my own pulled me back Gasping, I sought words Of my own And yours wandered by For your Loneliness Has seeped into my breath And gives mine company On weary afternoons
have gone thru a few of your poems - I have noticed that the flavor remains the same. You write well, why dont you explore more areas like humor, perhaps?
@italicblogs and ankcraz : A poet does not define a poem, the poem define her. So it's not about exploring avenues when it comes to poems, because that would be a betrayal against her own words. And you would not like to betray your own creation, would you? And every genius has an affinity towards melancholy. Sometimes without tears a genius cannot form words. Try reading Elliot and you would form an idea.
@Wanderer : This is for you, one of my oldest poems -
"Night Lights Cars Fast moving cars
Life Cycle Going down Street lamp glaring with all might Girls. Girls on a selling spree Neons, busy.
Dogs from the other car looking at me People busy to go Ambitions, fulfillment. People going far away Where are they going? Saw Anna, long time no see! Why? Busses, Miscarriage. Peace. Where are thou?
Phone, talking endless gibberish No point talking! Sarees, mela of colours. All of us, Moving."
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have gone thru a few of your poems - I have noticed that the flavor remains the same. You write well, why dont you explore more areas like humor, perhaps?
Well written!
I liked these lines the most:
For your Loneliness
Has seeped into my breath
And gives mine company
Do keep posting!
well y do ur poems have a melancholic touch to it...
@italicblogs and ankcraz : A poet does not define a poem, the poem define her. So it's not about exploring avenues when it comes to poems, because that would be a betrayal against her own words. And you would not like to betray your own creation, would you? And every genius has an affinity towards melancholy. Sometimes without tears a genius cannot form words. Try reading Elliot and you would form an idea.
@Wanderer : This is for you, one of my oldest poems -
"Night
Lights
Cars
Fast moving cars
Life
Cycle
Going down
Street lamp glaring with all might
Girls. Girls on a selling spree
Neons, busy.
Dogs from the other car looking at me
People busy to go
Ambitions, fulfillment.
People going far away
Where are they going?
Saw Anna, long time no see!
Why?
Busses,
Miscarriage.
Peace.
Where are thou?
Phone, talking endless gibberish
No point talking!
Sarees, mela of colours.
All of us,
Moving."
Hey There. I found your blog using msn. This is a very well written article. I will be sure to bookmark it and come back to read more of your useful information. Thanks for the post. I'll definitely return.
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