Another crops up before you forget
the one you just had.
Regrets, a lifetime affair,
must be endured even when glad.
It’s a series without any order,
Often reflected when sad.
Despite having the knowledge,
You regret over what you once had
and somehow end up
with one more to add.
It’s not a choice and that is the only regret.
It says that they spread an aromatic fragrance
when they bloom and are bright.
It also says that they wither under harshness
and die down when deprived of light.
Interact with life that comes flying around
and have their own colour to every sight.
Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish,
yet stand everyday as it is right.
It here speaks of flowers and their life,
While I thought it meant us humans.
With steps, I realise that my pace has changed.
Stomping is harder now for my shoulder feels heavy
and eyes which used to see straight, looks down.
Even the shadow seems weary.
Yet, I never felt this burden until now
and only saw it when I did.
A little while back it was easy somehow
but now I must admit, I am growing up.
So should I be happy or should I be upset?
Answer is probably neither
for you see, even though my soles are wearing off,
My Soul is definitely a bit wiser.
I closed my eyes and allowed it to pass,
pass those long held emotions
which were making my heart heavy
and a lesser version of myself.
What I saw was a Piano
whose notes did my bidding
and sounded my voice.
It felt like winning.
I never stopped and kept on arranging
a work which I didn’t plan but just did.
I saw anger leave my body and felt the absence of aching.
Sound of music which made me lose
the reality which was around
Is something I would choose
every time I wish to be found.
But when I opened my eyes I saw this poem
and the lights on my keyboard where all bright.
Here I was thinking that I was creating music
while I was simply jotting down some words.
I was correct to think that
because Poetry is the music of words.
My silence today may say that I am weak,
Hold on to that thought.
You have all the right to speak,
Anything that floats your boat.
They say clouds that thunder seldom rains,
My fury is never spent in vain.
You had your word, I dare you to say again,
I promise you… We quiet ones are insane.
Go ahead, boast of your false valour,
But don’t ever think I will stay put.
To understand you must have a stature.
Ignorant one, hope that I don’t set my foot.
Let me take you someplace nice. Somewhere you will not feel trapped, burdened or scared. Times are tough and therefore it is very much necessary that we keep ourselves upbeat and happy.
Around you is an empty canvas,
Waiting to reflect your mind.
Step on it and jump into a world,
Where only you know what to find.
Laws of Science and of Sense, do not apply,
For it is that World which is kind.
Your emotions and creativity are unbound,
Waiting for you to intertwine.
Here you are a painter, plains and hills are yours to Paint.
Here you are a writer, in every book, you will be the Saint.
Here you are a reader, stories are of your choice.
Here you are a dancer, and Music is your own Voice.
Here you are a traveller, destination is yours to make,
Here you are a creator, and everything is at stake.
Here you are anything that you wish to be,
Canvas is yours, you and all your dreams are free.
Around you is a beautiful canvas,
Just the way you’d like the World to be.
Close your eyes now,
It’s beautiful, if you can see.
This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.
Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).
Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.
Why to write a Poem?
Once I was walking through the Park,
Where I met, Mr. Jolly.
Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.
But then the Sun decided to shift,
And reveal the existence of latter.
My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.
Both hated each other,
Each one ending other’s vacation.
Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.
Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,
So I called a Poet to square things even.
In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.
A Poem looks similar to all,
Yet is taken with different meanings,
Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.
