Learn More

Jay Kasturi


Writing Poetry


All poetry is exaggeration,
as youth is, saying things
with uncommon words.
Words stain what we hear,
as the night stains the sky
from unseen vats.
The dye is a deep sediment within,
its color that of
eternal elimination.
The last consonant closes
the word in an echo, we must
reconstruct it
through the mountain air
and the misty meadows
and the morning dew
all the while not knowing
that half a word and a mirror
will do the trick.

(1999)

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Writing Poetry by Jay Kasturi )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  5. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  6. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Television, Roald Dahl
  8. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  9. Hymn To Joy, Friedrich Schiller
  10. Design, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]