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hi
I am not much of a poet though some mood swings compel my hands to pen down the verses that run in my mind. So, I'd like to post some random poems of mine ( which may leave you puzzled at my forever changing and unusual frame of mind)
cheers
chevy
Date : February 14, 2007
Place: Statistics Lecture at college.
Title: No clue what to keep the title as ...
The first waves splash
Gently against the rocks
As the day goes
Harder on the rocks
Engulfing and enveloping in his strong waves …..
At noon the sun burns the rocks
But the water will cool
And the rocks will await for those warm waves
Come evening the waves will subside
The excitement of the day is no more
For the sea now romances the moon
At this moment the rocks will sadly await …
For the morning
For the sea…
But yet again, next evening
The rocks will be alone
Waiting for the morning
Waiting for the sea..
But how long to wait??
The sea will never stay
With the rocks forever
So why wait??
Just like they always say
Today’s sorrow is tomorrow happiness…
Someday, the hard waves,
Powerful tides would have
Beaten the rocks to granules
Grains of fresh sand
Forming a beautiful beach
An abode for all love
All affection and all fun..
And then will realize the sea
His waves and tides
That without the rocks
He would ne’er be
The blissful, gentle, beautiful beach
That they form together , now….
cheers
chevy
ps: i'd like to know what people think about the above poem. What do you think was running in my mind when i scribbled it ?? Lemme see if any1 close to what i had in mind, ... it will enable me to judge my poetic skills .. hehe ...
u was thinking of
love?
life?
past days?
earth and humankind?
college, students comes and student goes?
got sick of ur lecturer, wanted to throw her/ him into the ocean?
feeling hungry, food?
May be dwelling with relish on some recent visit to the beach, mesmerised by the scene of waves lashing the rocks, imagination taking a poetic, philosophic turn!
do u think i was thinking of college etc .bcoz i wrote the poem in col?Quote:
Originally Posted by crazy
thinkin abt love bcoz i wrote it on feb 14?
sick of the teachers??????????????Then all the 65 students in my class will be wordsworths !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
earth ? mankind? life? ..
kinda close...
Though it wasn;t any recent visit nor wasn't it a visit taken long ago that resulted in this poem ..but imagination of the water, sand and beach setting did take a poetic and philosophic turn!!Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
What ran in my mind .....
In the morning time, the high tides splash against the rocks. When the sun stings the rocks, the high tides splashes and soothes. In the evening the tides are low and the rocks still yearn for those relieving splashes. But it seems as if the reflection of the moon in the water signifies that the water now chooses to spend time with the forever beautiful moon. Again the next morning, in the absence of the moon, the sea again reaches for the already seduced rocks that are forever waiting for the soothing water. But the sea will return to reflect and romance the moon in the evening again. Yet the rocks patiently wait…Over the years… the consistent splashes would have eroded the rocks to granules of sand forming a gorgeous sea… Then the sea will realize that without the rocks that have become sand today, it cannot be the stunning sea that everyone admires now…
Similarly in life, in moments of despair, you would have met people who would have set you sailing but they may not realize the impact they’ve made on you. Probably they yearned for companionship and found you as an alternative. Such people will not stay with you forever. You may go on waiting, missing and adoring them forever but they just move on and forth in life. You’ll be hurt at heart. But someday in future, when that person turns back and looks, that person will realize that you were the one who is the reason for their success. What’s the use of this bitter realization now? Even you will be successful, admired and adored, someday. Swallow hard and move on in life. Your day will come.
:D
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:) :( :roll:
chevy : your first poem (one without title) is so very true & poignant. the other poems are also nice, but why so melancholy ?
- Ramky
hmmm .. i don't know why.. i guess my poems usually turn out to be sad and gloomy..Quote:
Originally Posted by Designer
thank you for your honest comments..
:D
BLATANT PRIDE
Unaware of the world
Sat the dumb child
Whilst others forged ahead
This one sat and cried
“But the others are “smart”
that’s what the teachers told
Do they have a heart?
Or has it gone mean and cold?
Cold, frozen with ignorance
‘coz they failed to see
the giant that lay inside …
This boy was going to be
Stronger than the others would ever be
For this “dumb” child, had a talent within
Uncovered and modestly it lay within
Maybe one couldn’t see it in the report card
Maybe you wouldn’t call him “dumb” again
‘Coz when his dulcet voice echoed
it soared and danced in your ears
and rang in your mind
This voice took him to great fame
Glory, money and much more
And the academicians who once branded him “dumb”
Now applauded and toasted him
And said,
“He was my student!”
beautiful :)
Hi Chevy! :D I really liked your first poem, i liked it's logic even better, so beautifully sentimental. I could only suggest that you try to compress and minimalize the writing so as to have the most profound emotion remain...or even reducing the times 'the rocks' are mentioned...I like how you personified the ocean...but then again i am suggesting this because that is what I like and try to do...but each to her own because you do it well :)
your other two poems are amusing,very piquant and human. Are you speaking of Einstein in your last poem? I know he was considered slow in his school days...
hey Q .... im not really good at writing poems. Sometimes it just flows outta me and i scribble them wherever i am.. That's why i guess it turns out like this :oops: :oops: :oops:Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
And einstein?? yeah he was considered slow in school days rite? i wasnt thinkin about him anyway... in the poem i am talkin about a child who turns out to be a singer..
Hey if not scribbling down what comes to you is not how to write poetry, then every poet is going about it the wrong way! :D don't apologize for your work....it's very good :D
Oh still I liked the meaning...people really don't think that when they put down a child how much it can scar :x
ah oui, c'est vrai, ils sont tres fou! :P
oui .. c'est tres vrai!! ... i had tht on fer a very long time .. i guess u noticed it onli recently ..Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
hmmm... I did not read ur explanation before.Quote:
Originally Posted by chevy
So I thought... of
SHUNNED love...
IGNORED love (of any relationship)
one side yearns, otherside cares less..
SOMEDAY they would realise...by then its too late... nevertheless, it can take a NEW LEAF.
I guess u had similar explanation :)
Chevvy,
good flow of words, JUST THAT, my feeling (personally ) IS
make it MORE CRISP. ( less words, MORE IMPACT)
i may be wrong too :shaking:
but I loved ur poem.
My choice for title would be
" impressions "
Good. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by chevy
Perfect Punctuations made it more meaningful :) ( I felt first poem MIGHT have given nice dimensions wiht lil more punctuations )
I still maintain that, ur FIRST POEM is still my fav :)
Loved those lines. A sharp whip on academics and academics oriented education we have. :clap:Quote:
Uncovered and modestly it lay within
Maybe one couldn’t see it in the report card
hmmmm i ll try... this poem flowed out of me during a statistics class...As such i am not really good at poems ya... i ll try doing something to it...Quote:
Originally Posted by Shakthiprabha
thank you sooooooo much for ur views
thanks !!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Shakthiprabha
but it's true isn't it ???Quote:
Loved those lines. A sharp whip on academics and academics oriented education we have. :clap:Quote:
Uncovered and modestly it lay within
Maybe one couldn’t see it in the report card
GOLDEN CAGE
A lavish dwelling
With all material pleasures
A gratifying feast
Again redundantly profuse
An enviable wardrobe
That could clad many for a year
The best of everything
The newest too
Yet it’s just a golden cage
Which I’m born into
I flinch when others
Envy my silver spoon
For what I have not
Is a normal life
With a birthright to laugh in joy
But merely a mechanical life
For what I have not
A soul to share my life with
Many souls perhaps…
Understand me for,
I’d rather have gruel with many
Than eat cake alone
So here I am,
Free to live but not to fly
Live royally, but cry in this bonded life
Hope decaying in futile rage
Like a bird a golden cage
Sequined silk and golden chains
Fail to heal the scars that remain
Making me learn that joy comes not from wealth
But from loving people and sound health.
But here I am imprisoned
Where I don’t live
But merely exist
With heavy volumes that
I ought to read
For a rewarding career it seems
All for what?
To eventually build another
Golden cage for my victims
Yet to be borne and born by me?
Rich spoilt child is what you protect me from
No need to, I tell you
But why does a plea for a normal social life
Have to mean pubs or discotheques?
Instead why remind me of the diamond walls
That have, been built for me
Like I asked for it?
I seek not, the whole world
But merely, my share in it.
Free me, I am a little golden bird
In this golden cage..
A vividly painted picture of yearning of a pampered but caged bird! :clap:
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Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
:exactly:
:clap:Quote:
But here I am imprisoned
Where I don’t live
But merely exist
Thank you PP mam and Vasi Akka ... :)