Soliloquy: An Appeal Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Soliloquy: An Appeal



Don't measure me,
In terms of feet and syllables,
Don't gauge me,
In terms of lines that I scribble,
Don't judge me,
In terms of prose and verses,
Or life's passages or experiences
That I pen…

Though I admit,
In all earnestness,
Headlines, deadlines and bylines
Have now become my routine
Sort of my lifelines…

Weird, Oh Lord!
I see lines everywhere…
Lines on my brow,
Lines on my palm,
Lines on my diary,
Lines on every object,
That I can pick out

I call myself straight,
Just like the lines that I see
No pretense, no deceit
Just like the lines that I conceive
Everywhere

Some days
I enjoy the ride of pride,
In saying
I am, who I am
With absolute no crookedness nor conceit,
Am no bard, no critic, no saint or no whiz kid...

Oh Lord,
Some days my pride takes a fall
And in all humility
Yet I feel the same joy
In saying
I am, who I am

I observe life,
In all its grime and grandeur,
With all its insanity and insecurities,
Abound in obscurities,
Touch of comedy and tragedy

I speak what I think,
Based on what I see and read,
Without fear of fine or penalty,
I write,
What's on my mind…

Something's are far beyond,
My abilities to comprehend…
Something's are far beyond,
My abilities to explain…

Some days,
I am helpless,
When my thoughts play hide 'n' seek
I struggle to describe,
The simple things,
The colours of nature
I struggle to portray,
What you paint,
Oh lord
What I see
On your canvas
Words fail me,
I feel weak…

Yet some days,
Even life's complexities are simple,
Thoughts come just like fleeting clouds,
And I hold them tight to my heart,
And chronicle them…
In my diary,
Lest they get carried away
By the turbulent winds of time and memory,
And I let them reign,
Both my silent hours and pages of my diary,

Some days,
I begin to narrate the unspoken saga,
The tacit tales of human drama,
That I witness each day,
Within my house, office, college, shops and streets,
In the busy court of life…

Some days,
I fail to end my unsaid stories
And, I guess,
Today is one such day…

Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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Vinaya Joseph

Vinaya Joseph

Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh
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