Poems certainly do have a way of allowing the poet to say what he/she wants without revealing anything to the world.
You can read a poem a 100 times and interpret it a 100 different ways. Not many like reading poems on the other hand, simply because at the end of it, you don't know what happened ;-)
But everyone, is rendered a poet at one point or the other, in the journey of life. Often beaten to pulp, poem offers solace, or when a broken heart needs a balm, what better outlet than to string harsh words without sounding like a loser? ;-) Or when you're in love and too shy to say it out, the poem does wonders -you can always deny by saying misinterpretation if caught in a sticky spot ;-)
I'm no different ;-), i Love poems for all the reasons, and for no reason.
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The crazy mind,
Has a mind of its own,
Its on its way,
to an enchanting pathway,
Devoid of instructions.
The darkness is bewitching,
I can neither stop myself,
From drowning further,
Nor allow my mind to be engulfed,
By the bewitching darkness.
As i step in deeper,
My heart flutters,
And beats crazy,
Forcing a breath after the other.
The charmed eyes,
Is hungry for more,
It looks for your charm,
Through the colossal web.
All this noise around us,
Makes me wish i had your hand in mine,
Ignoring all the delirium around us,
With the haunting melody you make.
My feet taps,
When you sing,
My desire heightens,
When i catch your bewitched tunes.
My lips quiver at your mention,
The intemperance is bewildering.
I sometimes wish,
Silence was as bewitching as the darkness.
This bewitched mind is on its way to you,
In the bewitched darkness.
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Any songster reading this wanting to turn it into a Song, Please pay me royalty ;-)
Nite Ya'll and Nite Love!!
nyz 1 la... but any poem of yours remynds me of ur 1st poem.. ant 1:):):P
ReplyDeleteI wish i had the Poem still.
ReplyDeleteim sure it was hilarious :p
hehehehehe.. thank god u don have 1 now.. coz u wld have died laughing.. u wldn have recognyzd d poem was ur own writing(juz being xtra evil:P)
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