Indira Renganathan

The Written Poems

Ah, which is not poetry
Sun and moon, day and night
Birth and death, merry and sorrow..
Happiness be if idyllic poem
Even sorrow a dolorous poetry..
Yes..lovely poems

But sorrow is not sorrow to swear
Inside the inside, inside it a dream
Rolling is sorrow on uncaged glee
A glee of unfettered wishes and desires
An aesthete of the secret soul..
Yes..a lovely poem

And gaiety too not so to swear
Inside the inside, inside it a guilt
Pricking the soul is the wakeful conscience
Awry-sorry-karma on wrong rungs
A fake upping of the secret soul
Yes..a lovely poem

Ah, just in bliss of ripened years
Connoisseur you rejoice them
Glee and guilt, aesthetes of secret soul
Written poems in every godly creature
Found and read in appreciation to acclaim
Oh..lovely poems

Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2009
Edited: Sunday, September 13, 2009
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  • Palas Kumar Ray (10/10/2009 4:43:00 AM)

    This is also a time when everything small and big is a poetry.
    That was also a time when every poem small and big wasn't


    We who hold the mirror before us are not the same person always,
    Hence the same thing reflects differently before us. (Report) Reply

  • Rakesh Bedi (9/13/2009 12:28:00 AM)

    A nice autobiographical poem, indira! But, are you sure that you have covered all the topics? ? Plz search self to find more and to share more. Thanks! (Report) Reply

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