i've no vocabulary
only emotion
when i say i'm as fragile
as an egg
i say that after
i become an egg
if i say i'm a touch-me-not
i become a touch-me-not
before i say that
when i say i' m a heap of ashes
i reduce myself to a heap
before i say that
so many forms do i assume
before i say i'm that-
a ripple
a speck of light
a cave
a tear
a rain drop
the sky
the sea...
i don't brood over a word
nor do i brood over an emotion
that fleeting moment
i live through
simply finds its way by itself
and much to my amusement
you call it poetry!
is writing poetry that simple?
is this writing
poetry is all about?
is to be truthful
to one's heart an art?
21sep2009
15.15hrs
The source of your poetry you did confess, Instilled expressiveness in myself, To leave behind concern for finesse, And paint a picture that depict my true self. Being truthful is indeed an art, For those who accept ‘to err is human’; It’s an experiment that tear apart, The ones who think can outsmart the canon!
Yes indira, it is an art to be truthful to ones heart(soul) ...... a real good one, dear....
'that fleeting moment i live through simply gets expressed by itself and you call it poetry much to my amusement! ' exactly, i can relate to that ma'am...surely. wonderful, i loved it. 'word and thought is one and the same', said Vivekananda. thank you ma'am... all ur poems just made my day today!
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I would like to translate this poem
Ofcourse poetry is an art artistic from one heart for another heart....your rendering is from a spectrum of colourful shades related to human life....and you definitely have a vast vocabulry in your expressive heart...great work...(all your poems) ...thanks