Magic Box

(September 3,1992)

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First Person


Scattering words
I pick them up one by one
Put it into my magic box
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I think (the quality, proximity, creativity and depth are irrelevent and i'm sure all readers can forgive me for the time you are wasting reading me considering my madness) therefore I exist

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  • Yash Shinde (4/16/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    .............great going friend........and we love your madness, its a boon and surely not a bane.................
    ............lovely write (Report) Reply

  • Nikita Dutt (8/24/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    a very nice poem. Its great to see that writing can be theme to write something new. You surely are blessed with some amazing words and you know how and where to place them. (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (8/18/2013 12:32:00 AM)

    I would like to congratulate you for this poem being selected as the poem of the day..Keep it up and Good Luck to you Aswath Raman (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (8/18/2013 12:30:00 AM)

    thank you for the explanation which I knew that you had meant, but a barrel of 'paint' is something cloudy to me, as we are not in the ancient time and have evolved from being barbaric to modern and then to the technocrats. when many of our friends here have agreed upon your views, what is the big deal of me objecting the metaphor that you have used, so I still stick to the objection and I wish you good luck... (Report) Reply

  • Aswath Raman (8/18/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Since you insist on me clarifying, Let me make it clear Ma'am. First of all I have used color, instead of colors, that makes it singular, hence the meaning implied that there is only one color. Here in this poem, what I have meant by color is emotion. I can only have one emotion at a time.

    Secondly, magic box is my mind, color is emotion and I think by shaking up and down well.

    In addition to that we know in ancient times, artists used to mix colors to get the desired ones. They were neither aware of the modern chemical reaction symbolisms nor had labs to work out. Wherever they needed of new colors they mixed it.

    I hope I have clarified
    Thanks for the comment again
    Magic Box (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (8/17/2013 10:05:00 PM)

    during lab works we are taught mixing of reactive chemicals will induce reaction..so when we mix a barrel of paint of various colors, what will happen? tell us, magic box.'when you shake well up and down'..
    the colors don't exist as the rainbows do. depends upon the concentration of paint material and density of the solvent, we may obtain various odd colors and you have added the black paint too and the blocks will not have the color concept of the cube that you have imagined.
    though the idea of this poem is good, the metaphor was wrongly chosen and it is my very humble opinion based on simple scientific knowledge.. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/14/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    An exceptional poem Magic Box. Throw some words in a box and
    mix them up. Whatever comes out are then put into words then sentences.
    This makes for a beautiful write that will sure to touch the hearts of the
    readers. Your magic is really the workings of your heart and mind. Very
    inspiring and provokes deep thoughts. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/13/2013 7:08:00 AM)

    I am crazy and mad therefor I exist... especially to you.
    We all come a fist person. But with food (words, knowledge, education) we begin to grow.
    With water and sunshine we are tranformed into something so much greater than first person.
    Our soul blossoms full of beautiful poems and radiant insight.
    And the best part life has a beautiful scent of love and appreciation. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (8/3/2013 12:52:00 AM)

    Your magic box holds many magical words and brings life to what you write. Very interesting thoughts.
    Thank you for sharing with me. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (7/20/2013 10:33:00 PM)

    Getting amazed and leaving with the aroma of this wonderful poem.Beautiful one! (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (7/15/2013 3:06:00 PM)

    We all put our words in a magic box and shake them up and out pops a poem. A good write. I invite you to read some of my ramblings. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (7/15/2013 12:50:00 AM)

    @poet's notes: The time spent in reading a well-crafted, and meaningful heart-felt writes can never be wasted away, and it is interesting to see the paranthetical embedding into cogito ergo sum, you lent an original touch to this famous phrase... @ poem: either black, blue or red, but your poems have your soul's color...in fact you have given the method how do you write poems and the end is powerful assuring that you think, a reason enough to exist! ! ! (Report) Reply

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