Akshat Shukla

Gold Star - 5,714 Points (20/12/1991)

A Poet Who Never Was - Poem by Akshat Shukla

Words were falling from the ceilings
His pen stifled a clause of feelings
The pale paper tore itself apart
The poet was an emotional retard.
Emotions ran amok on his head
He wrote till he was declared dead.
His bookshelf contained no book
He did laundry and learned to cook.
His first poem was an extravaganza:
A potpourri of strain and a plain stanza.
Then he wrote of his lost child
And all the critics drove him wild.
Once he jumped off a moving train
And found a theme of cacophony and pain.
His wife called him an effiminate
He lived in a house without a nameplate.
His epitaph read 'Always Alive'
He never lived tho' was fifty five.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My first attempt at postmodern style of writing; here I have tried to come out of the narcissistic cocoon of darkness that I have written about in my earlier poems.

Comments about A Poet Who Never Was by Akshat Shukla

  • Sahra Hussein (5/7/2016 1:18:00 PM)


    Every interesting!
    I liked this poem
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  • G. Akanji Olaniyi (3/2/2016 12:50:00 PM)


    Very interesting and hilarious poem. Lovely! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Souren Mondal (1/27/2016 11:07:00 PM)


    An interesting write here, I indeed liked the lines -

    'Emotions ran amok on his head
    He wrote till he was declared dead.'

    However, I must bring to your notice that epitaph is spelled as 'E-P-I-T-A-P-H', which you had spelled as 'epitabh' in the lines -

    'He lived in a house without a nameplate.
    His epitabh read 'Always Alive' '

    I guess you should look at that typo.

    I also could not wrap my head around the fact that how a poem of apparent rhyning couplet be considered as postmodern. As far as I undersatand it Postmodernism is basically Modernism but with a celebratory vein, instead of the usual nostalgia for the past in Modernism.

    Btw, I really liked, I must admit, how you paid homage to Jibananda Das in this in a veiled manner..1899-1954= he lived fifty five years indeed..

    Thank you for sharing :)
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    Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (1/28/2016 6:19:00 AM)

    Let's say that Postmodernism is not something that can be decided that easy! I agree with you there, The Canterbury Tales is a postmodern work too :)

    And again I am fully in acceptance with your definition of Postmodernism, but let's just say, that neither one of us will please someone like Paul Hoover :)

    Cheers!

    Akshat Shukla Akshat Shukla (1/28/2016 4:55:00 AM)

    Thanks for pointing out the typo! By the way, the rhyming(rhyning is a typo!) couplets have nothing to do with postmodernism, as it is a personal choice of a writer. Even poems written in classical metres can also be called postmodernist as it pertains to the prevalent mood of the poem. Postmodernism is all about multiplicity, fluiditiy, and decentralisation of meaning; here I have written about a poet who lived fifty five years, and you could relate it to Das who lived fifty five years: This is the multiplicity and fluidity of meaning as I have never read Das. As for postmoder style, the phrases like 'words falling from the ceilings' and 'theme of cacophony' are very postmodernist. And there is a gulf between being postmodern and being postmodernist. Thanks for your comment! :)

  • Nosheen Irfan (1/27/2016 4:07:00 AM)


    In a bit humorous way, you have depicted the poignancy of a poet's life in particular and life in general. Another sterling piece from you, shukla.10 (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/26/2016 10:35:00 PM)


    A poet is generally seen by many as an 'emotional retard'! Even from the ancient times, the poets were condemned. That's why Plato decided to banish the poets from his ideal Republic. He lives as a recluse in poverty and deprivation and is looked down upon by even his close ones. The social ostracization pulls him to bouts of depression that he even thinks of committing suicide! Enjoyed the humour and satire in these lines! (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/25/2016 1:50:00 PM)


    His pen stifled a clause of feelings..very amazing drafting shared on really. Wisely penned poem.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 28, 2016


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