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Why the confusion?Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
subject confusion or reaction confusion? :)
subject. It is a puzzle.
you may find yourself between it and a hard place :wink: :DQuote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
buried in the bleached sand
lies a rusted mirror
grains of sand
gathered together
lazily cover
an image
long faded
long frozen
long forgotten
its dull sorrows
past-seen
at last
unreflected.
Muse: Dhavaenin Kovil
"iNaivadhu ellaam pirivadharkaaga
idhayangaL ellaam maRappadhaRkaaga
maRandhaal thaanae nimmadhi..."
Feeling blue!
PP Maam, your comment about feeling blue...I cannot say that feeling a certain way leads to writing for that same way :D
though musing on feelings led me to this:
stressed. depressed. ser-i-ous.
down, in a valley of doubt...
do not know what it's all for or about.
questioning...confused...enlightenment refused....
slip back two steps for every one...
do not know and wondering where to stop and where to go.
regret/remorse...ashamed/guilty
stuck in a spot wondering whether the past will taint which way the path will flow...
do not know the consequences, cannot escape from prickling reproaches.
irate-annoyed-angry-mad!!!
stomping towards nowhere...
do not want to see beyond what is not known.
shy....a little...timid...a little...abashed...hesitant...reluctant....a little
cannot move beyond an inch unless given way...
do not see beyond the moment or beyond the ground.
happy, joy, gladly-glad.
up in the mountain...
do not care to know, where i go, life follows.
Of course, poems need not always be autobiographical! Imagined feelings are more beautiful than experienced ones! I don't deceive myself into believing the words of a poem as personal!!!
"Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."*
Many paths lay
swerving towards the horizon...
Yet sir what of leaving
The Way?
The rushes shush
And the catkins shyly nod
No lane weaves through
No clearing announces
Its presence.
And yet it beckons
An Oasis that
Asks through the
Whispering wind
for
Its existence
To be found.
*"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
Beautiful!
Why is solace so
singularly sad
yet uplifting
in its hushed solitude?
is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts?
Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one
and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?
How could it be more tender
in any other way?
Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?
Lovely!
Excellent Work! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Querida
Thank you Miss. Kavya :D
it was just a lighthearted musing on emotions :)
I built a house in the sky
and though it
braced and buckled
crumbled and broke
I built a little house in the sky.
I painted it
all the colours
of a twilight night.
I came to see it
whenever I could
I pushed open
the door
and oftentimes
I fell right through.
Many a time
it locked me out
and at times it locked me in
but sometimes it left the door ajar.
I wished to walk upon
its clouded tiles
to caress its warm hued walls
and to call it my heart...my home.
But
I knew a house built
in the sky
would
remain
behind my dreaming eyes.
Beautiful imagination!
do not make
assumptions
for what you know not
for then what all
I have worked for
will be bought...
handed swiftly
over to
Forget and Forgot
Once again
to be felt and sought
to be slowly
yes slowly
rethought.
I don't beg for gold no more
I beg only for the forgotten Old.
Their toothless grins
and faces, weathered grim.
"Do you remember me?"
"Why no, I don't remember me..."
I do not know who stares at me
from my bedroom door...
I do not know who seeks my
eyes in the mirror...
I do not know who waits for me
in the darkened corridors...
I do not know who has
crossed out my name
and penned in
<INSANE>
Why do children come
to hold my hand and smile?
Why do I string along
numbers just to dial?
"Hello, are you there?
Can you Help me?
I don't know who I'm calling..."
Multicoloured pills
and purposeful spills
and so many
just much
too many
ills.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Why yes, of course"
"Why yes that's who."
Fight or Flight?
Fight or Fright?
"Why am I here?
Why am I here?"
Why you're here
to stay.
You're here to pray.
You're here to spend
your weakening time
day by passing day.
and so....
I stay where
I am.
searching/seeking
for an answer
long left without reply
as to who and why
I still am.
Full of pathos!
life's passing you by
yet you think towards
an end
not of all the things that could be
but of all things that have to be done
society reins you in with expectations
yet what reigns your heart
is that obscure
little cliff
off to the side of the road
lost in the mist
and its depths unknown
much abuzz about nothing
for that far off unseen lapse
a collapse perhaps
soon enough all the nay-sayers
will raise their heads to unmovable Will
and all the gossipers thirsts will be slaked
and once again that soft-misted cliff
with precipice deep and hollow
will allow those who seek
and those who no one will follow...
a bridge.
Nice word play as usual! Also black thoughts as usual!
Oh Maam, I was trying to convey a hopeful theme...
as in someone finding their own path and even if others disapprove/do not follow/understand if they believe in their dreams...their cliff will appear as a bridge. :)
:)
Thanksgiving:
a feeling
assigned to a day
lest it be forgot.
best it is to be
realized...
blest to
know its worth...
no need to
say in jest,
all dressed,
and ready to fest.
know it unprofessed...
feel it unexpressed...
do it without a reason to impress...
say it
without
behest.
:yes:
Truth once told me
that Uncertainty
will one day kill me.
So off I set to find UnC
yet upon meeting him
I could only blame Stress.
Stress addled and full of bile
haughtily stalked towards me
and after a few choice words
told me to go accuse Denial.
Denial of course was always near
I tried as much as I could to look him in the eye
but behind Denial stood Fear.
i have a soul
i search for it day and night
i seek it in the mirror
i seek it in eyes
i seek it in smiles
i seek it
and yet it eludes me
i crave its perfection
the perfection
that comes out of my dreamt shadows
its murmurs soft in a slept glance
held without touching
between my bewitched fingers
within and effortlessly in all
scrapped clean
cut free
bled pure
of all the tainted intent
of man
Philosophical! :sigh2:
DARKNESS
slides and slips
like a mottled marble slab
cascading to the edge of
a slick, wet ice table
crashing into an infinite
number of pieces
each
crystallizing
into a gauzy silk
luxurious yet softly
and swiftly stifling.
prickly, pins and needles
stinging until numb
i drowsily helpless
to resist its
gloopy, gloppy, oozy
pit of tarry molasses
muddled mists lazily smoke,
rustling whispers surround
in a hovering inky haze
startling neoned colours
burst and collide
spark and fade
across the starless pitch-black night
pulsating in the distance
dimmer still no nearer
further still no end
a panther prowls
its spots unseen.
A feast of sound and images!
BTW, a panther? :shaking:
Yes maam...panther aka the black leopard has spots but not easily seen in normal light...so in the dark :devil:
:)
Here I find you
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I sought you with awakened patience
unwittingly enthralled by night
eyes rimmed with burnt exhaustion
lids wavering on closed
tossing, turning,twisting,
thoroughly restless..............
A frenzied mind
that without you
tirelessly keeps a-spinning..........
stewing in its own
endless maze...........
And what simulated slumber
have I chanced upon now?
my limbs, they lay busily abuzz
under the leaden burden of daze
my tranquilized mind, not my own
held prisoner upon the threshold
of dreams
sluggishly struggling past the nitty-gritties
of waking life
the granules of worry
burrow themselves only deeper
still I know without a second thought
that one grain is not enough
trying in vain
to make a polygon
out of plasticine...
i try to make a
head out of a tail
yet all i see is a circle
i float up steps
that lead to
no nearer
to the edge
yet no further
from falling
i follow a line
disguised as a
dot and for some
reason i know
i've come to the
end of a beginning
Simple words; deep truths! :D
"Only what is entirely lost demands to be endlessly named"
--Günter Grass
Unaccounted for
Unidentifiable
Undeniably...
Nonverbal
Nonobservant
Nonharmonic
Nonracial
Nongender
Nonexistent?
Nonsense!
Nonfiction.
Undeniably
Unidentifiable
Unaccounted For...
Understandably
Unacceptable?
Alliteration game!:-D
"Only what is entirely lost demands to be endlessly named"
--Günter Grass
Or so we said until we forgot
what it was that we lost
its name a smallish
collection of strung script
left to be deciphered
in a queasily teetering pile
of the long agos.
Whatever
its qualities
its praises
exists no more.
Whatever survives
cannot entertain the merit
it once proudly attained
faded into the ravages of time.
All that is left is dust
once written on
once peered into
once pored over
once held safe
once traced over
with fingers
that cannot fathom
what is there for tomorrow...?
Sad but profound truth!
The weight of the Words
weigh heavily upon me:
is that what we mean?
for you? for him? for her?
will we be immediately understood?
or searchingly asked?
will we create the meanings
that our little printed
hearts desire?
Or will we be read
only one way
each and every day?
they ask to be
seen in all their hues
deepened and lightened
by the reader's musings
reach heights of emotion
be lit alive by imagination
whether carefully
mouthed
or mutteringly
mumbled
they yearn to hear
themselves heard
their meanings
yearn to paint
your visions
your dreams
your mind
your world.