Seema Aarella

Repressed

I could never decipher the
Unintelligible musical notes
Composed by an early spring
Which my garden sparrows
Decoded with effortless eloquence

I could never admire the blackness
Of clouds, or muse my soul
With blaring thunder beats
And dance with my thoughts spread
Into multi coloured feather spectrum

I could never follow my dreams
Or find its buoyant footprints
On the canvas of a special night
When my desires silently wandered
Into the patio of someone else's eyes.

I could never respond with resolve
Or praise the challenging beauty of life
Never did I pine for moon light
Nor did I become a sunflower
And stared the mighty sun in its face

I could never render my heart
Abundant with strange emotions
By glorifying it's grandiose
In an epic of vehement cantos
But I ended penning just an odd verse.

Topic(s) of this poem: blues

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, December 30, 2018

Form: Blues Poem


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Comments about Repressed by Seema Aarella

  • Saadat TahirSaadat Tahir (6/18/2009 1:50:00 PM)

    i could never be amazed
    or be fazed
    that seema aarella
    with her diction flotella
    would breathe forth spring
    lend to the breeze its wanting wing


    superb
    cheers

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  • Indira Babbellapati (4/11/2009 7:33:00 AM)

    penning odd verse? well well....! ! !

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  • R.k Das (4/7/2009 7:15:00 AM)

    a nice poem, very nice, ,

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