poetry

The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem

I dreamt I was cycling in a velodrome of words But then I suddenly broke into a barricade, a blind spot! But it turned out, it was a barrage, a rain! Would I run for cover, when ideograms, pictograms, glyphs, hieroglyphs, holograms, came rushing through the sky of my imagination? Would I be buried under? When I was only hopingContinue reading “The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem “

The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem

I think of rain. Its large pink drops from a grey-blue sky! Those welcome drops drunk by the earth till it is full and washes away the dust of the streets, like an anointing! I am a child again in the seventies, when the sky broke in too many places with thunder and lightning. We had no Continue reading “The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem “

Gracias a la vida!: A poem

Can I recall Plath, Sexton, Hemmingway… when their beautiful words could not take away their feeling of utter misplacement in existence, anachronism, grief? Are we to believe that eventuality should be susceptible to sorrow and disillusionment? Or do we believe that only winter (destined cause) should take down the leaf, even of Les Miserables? Not just Plath, Sexton, Hemmingway… So many creative but unrenowned poets have fallen byContinue reading “Gracias a la vida!: A poem “

The greatest love poet: A poem

Does leftism and love go together, Pablo Neruda? I thought love was all too righteous I don’t like Communistic density; I think it is oblique or obtuse; whichever suits me fine at the instance of debate. The world is not one world under the red flag of sickle and hammer! So, Neruda, I write you off! Does love sink you to your knees; orContinue reading “The greatest love poet: A poem “

I don’t dabble in Haiku, Senryu: A poem

I don’t dabble in Haiku Neither in Senryu I thought Haiku was a flow in nature A gentle autumnal Japanese garden with a bridge across a tiny stream a short bridge like a t(h)ree-lined verse! I thought Senryu was human emotion, action, a little trick of deliberate thought Somebody telling you a little thing about deeds and misdeeds being weapons! HaikuContinue reading “I don’t dabble in Haiku, Senryu: A poem “

What is poetry? Is it skin-deep beauty?: A poem

Can a poem be embellished after it is done? There is always something left unsaid. Like the grief of a dead lover, who did not utter the final endearment, perhaps the final truth. Must I drop the pen to the floor in rancour! Must finish be a soliloquy, heard by me alone! I think, I must console on the fact that those who chance toContinue reading “What is poetry? Is it skin-deep beauty?: A poem “

Yes, a pet can teach you to be a Phoenix!: A poem

I don’t know if there is any truth in the long-alleged veracity that Sappho of Lesbos was a lesbian for her passionate poems about her island filled with beautiful female under-studies! But I can say I am not a narcissistic homosexual for loving myself! And I am certainly not a misanthrope for despising a few Men! I just like you all toContinue reading “Yes, a pet can teach you to be a Phoenix!: A poem “

Poetry should not only be confessional, but also be a bid at self-assertion!: A poem

I have written so much Poetry of late I have written so much, even though I had to wait! They are not all constituted of rhythm and rhyme; Some are lines of pithy aphorisms, and some are prosaic narratives! I can feel that ideas in words can prompt you to discover yourself in hard-copy cut-outs even if aContinue reading “Poetry should not only be confessional, but also be a bid at self-assertion!: A poem “

Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem

Would I, if I wrote a poem that was brief and was rugbyfied by too many commas, semi-colons and full-stops, sound as terse to the reader as it may be to me? Or a more derogatory pithy! I can have an entire mailing list of ideas pinned on the office board of my study, without crossing over the page, albeit concise! Would that be enthralling toContinue reading “Would I hear the poetry of my soul, even without recognition?: A poem “

This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem

You know, this poetry, it can leave your soul heart warmed on a curb of sweet-sonorous onomatopiased percussive melody of first sounds! In a brief lilt, like a wind in a recess that walks you out into the wonder of new light. If you chose to listen to the cryptic messenger as much as you relax in the simple lyrics! I haveContinue reading “This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem “