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hey i really like ur poem on identitity and i agree with u, it takes so much just as it provides.sometimes i think identities are a burden for they limit us

:D Shambhavi..thank you so much!...you have truly made my day :D ...this is what i crave each and everytime i submit a work...it's not finished,polished,nuggets of gold i put down but work that stands upon shaky green legs...I love that you take the effort to comment..to not just read and feel...but tell me what you do feel!

Whatever it is where a poem did connect and then didn't work the rest of the way, the way a poem is not working at all, you can even ask what the hell i even meant by what i wrote if it doesn't make sense...I want to know if everyone sees this as i understand it...or is it seen as just a creative attempt of linking *catchy* words together?

:!: Please I ask of any hubber who if they do read whatever i write to comment and help me improve and become as good as you all are.

Flowers in a garden are of infinite variety, so many colours , so many scents. So different in shape & structure. Blossoming at various hours, seasons.And each one unique & special. One can never be compared to another in excellence. Neither can imitate or strive to be like another! In this garden of roses, jasmines, tulips, lotuses, sunflowers, daisies & bougainvilla let each one flourish in its own way making merry the hearts around!

as i peer into the well of despair seeking answers when none seem to be there,
dark limpid pools entrap my soul questioning ,mocking the measure of my identity.

hey nice one! I really appreciate that you can capture something deep in only two lines :D

and here you go trying to deceive everyone you ain't good at this stuff :P

thanks, honestly your poem was an inspiration u write bloody good stuff :D sorry for the language :P

glass tears
they may spill
but only to slip
slivers into the idol
which has scorned the very tears
that melt for no thing
but that which holds shards of my foolish hope

you know
very well
all that i mind
and yet you ask
incredulous
as i continue
to lie
that which you know
will never be true

my conscience
catches more than my
guilty breath,
as it continues to smoke
unerring mirrors,
i accept all that is reflected
with open mind,
and see all that can be
with my slitted heart,
i feel all that never was
and perspire shame.

chocolates,
proffering of her single kindness
with an open heart
she gives away and taunts me still

that is all she has brought
she who has made my son smile
that is may be the happiest moment of his life
is the saddest realization of mine

i do not want them all laid in a row
when have i ever walked down such a perfect path
they must be fingered and bit and tasted and tossed
and smashed as whatall sweetness has been for me

i take one and another
and pry the very ones from his little hand
i take and take and relish the tears which he should cry
for the mother who could not give him such treat

he cries out loud in disbelief
to have what was wrenched away by me
when he has given and given and given
all that was never supposed to be taken from him

that my child is too a chocolate
devoured hungrily by me
fearing that this one too like all the rest of mine
will be snatched and eaten by time
and fate hands that freely offer sweet hope
that lasts only till my salty tears fill my mouth
and remind me to thank her for the box

Q : hv you submitted any of these gems to the Poetry society? You should! I submitted one miserable one of mine and they accepted that! :lol:

Hey NM let me see what the poetry society deemed (no matter what you say :P ) worthy enough to be published...please? :D

your avatar by any chance isn't a bouquet?...reminds of the one my mom had for her thrice-knot-tying :wink: :)