When summer ends
This stupid love beholds
Step by step masquerades
Under the cover of some
Dismantling York.
City walls still
Grow taller each day.
Like those autumns leaves
Golden and barren
Torn in some corner-
The bricks fall upon
Over the shelter
That we call a home.
Leaves lie there
Trampled and torn.
In the midst of those mist
When the eyes are blind
How long can you preserve
The memories of green?
Gait you hands time and again
Over the screen over the mane
(How precise the way)
You wipe out the glass
Marks would stay forever to last.
Mark! His name was so
So I am Poesy
We walked together on a road never born.
To each we hid an eraser scented
In our pockets with holes uncounted.
All poems don’t leave a mark
Nor all poets do have an arc.
Poets and poems
Perplexed and ambiguous.
A rubix cube and a game of scrabble.
Word beside word Doped in morphine
An Orotund self and a periphery.
Don’t we dwell in some falsified anecdote?
Look at the freedom to call ourselves
Poets or poems
Whichever suits best
~♥~
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P.S: Dug it out from the draft folder. Originally written on 15/2/2011. Never posted it before because I did not like it back then. I generally do not like my old write-ups and this is one poem which i never liked much. Hence it is a very rare case where i am kinda linking an old write up of mine which i have discarded long back and daring to post it now on my blog too :)
superb .. once again !
ReplyDeletehow bful this is !!
ReplyDeletebad that it was sleeping in drafts
I LOVE POEMS and my fav lines
We walked together on a road never born.
To each we hid an eraser scented
In our pockets with holes uncounted.
All poems don’t leave a mark
Nor all poets do have an arc.
ur a bful poet :)
Its a beautiful piece...guess you should keep going! Don't underestimate yourself!
ReplyDeleteAre you mad? This should have never been dormant in drafts. Such a beautiful verse this is. :)
ReplyDeleteyou know, before reading that last line, I was thinking this represents so much the 'old' you! And rightly so :P
Loved this beautiful piece sweets. :) Poetry is your strength!
You should share all your poems not tuck them away somewhere. Keep writing and don't forge to share. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome. Too good ya.
ReplyDeleteHappy that you chose to share. I loved the mention of 'scented erasers' to capture childhood...my own childhood was a fascination after them.
ReplyDeleteAha! When you say...
ReplyDeletePoets and poems
Perplexed and ambiguous.
... I have got my answer for my today's post! :)
I'm sure you're glad to have shown it daylight now! :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you pulled this out of the drafts. What other treasures are hiding there?
ReplyDeleteThis has got so many layers to it Pree...a struggle deep within ...with self ...with something larger than life . Glad you pulled it of your drafts :) Loved the bitter sweet images and the line of introspection that runs throughout this lovely poem :)
ReplyDeleteI know why you do not like it. Knowing you from your writings, you are a really really 'ordered' person. This poem however is a patchy mishmash of several ideas..but you know what, it works..and beautifully at that! I loved the different ideas interwoven together..never seen such a poem before where ideas are so separate yet so intricate and linked, if only by a word..Trust me, it is a novel concept!
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