Birds do not sing to me now...
Breeze does not whisper.....
No cloud cuddles me… Sun does not smile
Selene do not dress me in darkness,
Like Endymion, to adore
Melancholy is no bliss to me now
I am not a poet anymore....
I no longer dance with rain
Dewdrops do not quench my thirst
I could not talk to the flower now
That bloomed in all its mirth
Sea makes no sound to me
As it meet the shore
Sky does not take me in its arm
And mountains do not lure
Strange faces!
I could not taste their laughter
Nor I smell their affection
I do not hear them smile
Their tears I do not gather
I could not feel their breath
Their eyes do not talk
There is no song in heart beat
Their lips do not mock
There is no warmth in darkness
Its affection I do not feel
Inured to common din now
To me silence is no longer pure
Melancholy is no bliss to me now
I am not a poet anymore....
YOU ARE AN INBORN POET. I DEDICATE IT TO YOUR POETIC QUALITY: YOU ARE THE POET OF POETS YOU REMEMBER ME JOHN KEATS YOUR FRUSTATION MAKES YOU GENIUS YOU ARE A TRUE POET TO US. YOU ARE NOT THE JUDGE OF YOURSELF ONE CAN'T PROPERLY JUDGE ONESELF. YOU ARE THE BUDDING POET WITH QUALITY WE BOW DOWN HEAD WITH DIGNITY. YOU WRITE POEM AT THE CORE OF YOUR HEART, YOUR POEM ENSLAVES OUR HEART.
Off-course you are a poet. the poem itself is the proof. keep writing.! ! ! ! !
you are a poet...and you would continue to be so...beautiful piece Aparna...i am able to listen to the sound of your streaming words down the mount of imagination there...thanks...10
Simple English sentence. (subject, verb, object of verb.) * (noun/verb/noun) in that order. Looking another way,1st person " I" that's subject. Verbs: action/ Objects of are things Great poem by the way. But it need wok of the English. It must sound great in the native language of your country. The translation needs work even in the use of poetic devices as forms of figurative use of language to turn the phrasing, . a poet friend RH Peat
vow! indeed a great write and i can feel your agony. words ring in to my mind as if a reminder. i love the lines 'I no longer dance with rain Dewdrops do not quench my thirst I could not talk to the flower now That bloomed in all its mirth Sea makes no sound to me As it meet the shore Sky does not take me in its arm And mountains do not lure' thanks for sharing voted 10 love®ards surya
The writer's block and the underlying frustration so wonderfully poeticised.
Beautiful creation fueled by frustration! I know exactly what state you were in when you penned down this poem. I have experienced it too. Sometimes we feel that we are just surviving! I feel that the most befitting title for this poem is 'I am not myself anymore.' By now I think that you must have got over it. Come what might never give up your beautiful craft and whatever you feel about yourself, never destroy your poetic creations. They are a masterpiece. I am saying this because I have seen most artists destroying their creations doubting their worthiness. Let me repeat it once more... You are a blessed poet. A sweet 10.
you lines mesmerise me, with such lovely poem to you credit you can surely claim the title of a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely song...saying indirectly...bringing out the virtues of a good poet...a good poet relates to everything...very well done...10