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Have I Lost my Poetry !!

Posted on by under Best, Calling, Dream, heart and mind, Inspirational and Motivational, journey of life, motivational, Passionate, Poetry, Uncategorized, Women
Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Have I Lost my Poetry !!

 

Have run out of ideas, disarray are my thoughts

I have lost my words and dreams, gamut of writing art

Which earlier was my forte, I used to razzmatazz 

Too numb to feel anything, the Poetry is lost……..

 

There is no fresh inspiration, to well up the drought

The ocean is dried up, once was so deep n vast

Need to reignite the fire in my frozen heart

Its not the one which flows in veins, but burns you red hot

 

All the stories I nurtured all along, are vent n exhaust

I keep going back to the same beliefs and dreams, once envisaged

Letting the same emotions flow, over n again the canvas and collage

Have I devoured the skill of rhyming or all my creativity is lost……..

 

For once I have to feel so strongly about something

A new idea, a new feeling or a novel thought

For once again I need to connect to my soul

Feel the passion and not let it perish or rot………….

 

Poetry gives me joy n my sense of attainment

 Enlightens my eyes and enlivens my heart

Can’t wait till I get some fresh air to breathe

So let these feelings be the source, to let the stream start…..

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The Two Of Me…

Posted on by under heart and mind, Poetry, Two of me, Women

Sometimes I feel that I am the two of myself!

There is this one who’s shy, cocooned in her hard shell

Perceptive, susceptible to get hurt and vulnerable

There is another tough one, out to fight the world and excel

 

There is one who has little room for unworthy emotions

Replaced by focused rationale and transactions

Yet the other one refuses to write-off selfless affection

And preserves tears for compassion and devotion

 

Hard facts over fables anytime

No prose no poetry, just reason to rhyme

Words entrenched with fervor still awake me, midnight

Verses flow over the pad like a flooded river, in my twin paradigm

 

Keeping pace with advancements, enjoying the milieu though feign

Plug n play with gizmos, multichannel devices turning insane

Yet longing to soak in sun n first shower of rain

Serenaded by the birds chirp, feeling the dew on the windowpane

 

Opening my eyes to the reality is life’s doctrine

Also, keeping them shut to continue my dream

Detached from crowd, can’t stretch to masses and middling

Still those astute yet innocent faces I find endearing

 

Power and fame stopped impressing me long ago

But bylines by folks why feed my distinguished ego

Demon of success still fills me with magnitude

Yet peace and serenity comes from soulful solitude

 

Submitting to shackles in the name of safety

Confining to compromise be the formula of harmony

Yet a free spirit infuses need for autonomy

Feet ready to groove all night on the trance symphony

 

Curious like a little child, ready to explore life

Marveling at enigmatic world, vulnerable and naïve

Yet holding the universe of experience in my gaze

To question the rubrics and offer answers in haze

 

The soft breeze with an ability to turn a windmill

Imperious though passionate, spark with fire concealed

Solid though permeable, malleable yet brittle

Is this the two of me …………..

or just me in metamorphosis, in qua of being dual