I
Scattered, torn, ruined and needless
Thoughts,
Like a flock of birds,
flying in the orange twilight sky,
It looks good,
maybe,
but makes too much noise for my liking.
II
There are days,
and then there are nights,
but memories of an once beautiful Love
haunt me all the time,
Peace - a moment's silence - is more precious than the look in an Angel's eyes
III
And I have ran out of ideas,
but not short of memories,
Memories - of You and I - us...
Us, that never wasn't
We never existed together
uniformly,
like atoms of Hydrogen and Oxygen in water
IV
On a short moment's notice,
High on three hundred milligrams of Venlafaxine,
and low on controlling the high flow of my memories
of you,
Depressed and lethargic,
I started to pen a poem about my fragmented
thoughts
V
What are thoughts?
............................................
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..
Read between the lines
and maybe your and my thoughts may combine
into a poem - maybe a Haiku
VI
A lonely poet in a frustrated frenzy
wrote a poem that looked crazy
And made no sense.
VII
Sense is an interesting thing,
like sensing that this isn't really a poem,
but a caricature of a poem,
A wastage of Time
VIII
Is Time precious?
Is YOUR time precious?
Is YOUR TIME more PRECIOUS than mine?
then I apologise I ate up yours.
IX
I apologise to myself too
that I had ate up my own time,
Or did Time devour me?
Do we spend our time,
utilising it, or wasting it
or maybe, merely, enjoying it in a lazy leisure?
X
It doesn't really matter,
Your Time, my Time, our Time, Time's Time,
All will go on
Spend it, waste it, do whatever you like,
read a silly poem,
Time will go on...
Was it worth it?
Yes, I am fully aware of it Fabrizio.. I was experimenting with a 'poem', and all that came into my mind was a series of 'fragmented thoughts' that I tried to connect into a poem.. It's a 'caricrature' of a poem, not a 'poem'.. The intention behind writing this and publishing this was basically to just see how would people react to it, if I posted this.. It's just a collage of thoughts that make no sense at all... I will definitely try to write something better next time :)
This is today's poem - I like the immediacy of reading a poem just composed. This poem, however, will always have immediacy, because that's its essence. It burns with the passion of a poet, and the flames leap high into the air and offer heat and illumination. But poems cannot really change the world by themselves, they are words on paper not actions. But they can change the inner world of both writer and reader. And I felt this poem in my depths. The way you wrote in short, emphatic, striking numbered stanzas was an inspired format. Each one offered a brief moment of insight and then closed. Cumulatively, they expressed the feelings and thoughts that will never fully resolved, but for the duration of the poem, writer and reader alike, we can master the situation.
Daniel, I agree with you only in part Indeed, Souren can write a much better poetry: these verses are more 'good thoughts' than real Poetry. He has simply put his thoughts in a poem format and posted them without stopping - first - to ponder deep about his ideas.. Too many 'poet', here, just write some lines and think ''here is a poem to post''.. as if having hundreds or thousands of such poems posted at PH (or elsewhere) means '' being an important poet ''. Writing a poem is not just filling a page with (few or many) verses. It is a work of chiseling.. a work where, first, your mind has to fly high.. well over the daily events.. then delve deep into them and into yourself.. I know that Souren has a poetic mind. For such a reason I prefer being a bit more demanding toward his poetry.. and I invite Souren, as a poet friend and colleague, to spend more time on his verses, before posting them.. I ask your pardon, Souren: you are a poet, for sure, but I want you to become a VERY GOOD poet.. Understand? Blessings
Thank you very much sir for your kind comment. I intended to write a poem where I may somehow allow the readers to generate the meaning(s) . If I have even succeeded in doing that even a little bit, I feel humbled :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Definitely it was worth reading your scattered and fragmented thoughts. There is a central thread tying all those broken thoughts together. That is your infatuation for a girl and finally its 'miscarriage' and the heart ache it gave you. The love a boy who is hardly 24 felt, however deep it may be, can be seen just as a mere infatuation by an elderly person like me and it is time for you to come out of this trauma! When a mature person looks at life, how differently one sees it! Souren...... Life is quite different from the romantic fictional stories....... There is a long way for you to go and don't think that unless you get a particular pair of hands to hold you, you will fall fatally! Who knows, stronger hands are there to hold you and lead you all through your journey to safe harbours!