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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Sense of a Poem..



The Sense Of A Poem


I'm not a poet, yet
Thoughts have a mind of their own.
They grow and when they have grown,
Feel about the known and unknown..

I'm not a poet, yet
Thoughts observe day and night,
Criticize things left and right.
They have an opinion on every sight..

I'm not a poet, yet
Thoughts sense the smell of an event,
The nuances and layers of an element,
Be it may in past, future or present..

I'm not a poet, yet
Thoughts sound like restless apes,
Sounds which then form multiple shapes
Until every single distraction escapes..

I'm not a poet, yet
Thoughts always want to have a say.
Their determination will not sway.
Only when I write, do, at rest they lay.

4 Comments:


Smi retorted...
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Smi retorted...

Hmm..I ain't no fan of poetry. It's way too abstract for my liking.
But your writing has a simplistic style that I really like. Keep going.


Deeps retorted...

Smi, thanks :).


Harish Suryanarayana retorted...

Very Nice !