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I’m Not A Poet……

My hand starts moving.

On the paper the quill screams

Out flow the emotions

The regrets and the dreams

It seems like poetry,

Whatever I’ve written

But, I’m not a poet

It’s not verses that I pen.

The lines themselves

Are my tears, are my smile

Through my quill, on my paper

I sketch myself every once a while

I record my life, or maybe

Try to tell someone, as it did once happen

I’m not a poet

It’s not verses that I pen.

Maybe it’s a plea

Maybe it’s an accusation

Maybe I just want to be heard

But it’s my only consolation

Maybe I’m just hoping

That someone-somewhere….will listen….

I’m not a poet

It’s not verses that I pen

The words are my pain

My love, my anger, my sorrow

The ink is my own blood

The pen is my bone, which by now is hollow…

I only try…

To relieve the pain,

To re-live the joy…

Of times forgotten….

I’m not a poet

It’s not verses that I pen

The world starts to blur

Scenes flash in front of my eyes

I stare at them transfixed

And simply note-down all the truths and lies

Leaving some mark on the sands of time

Eternalizing a memory now and then

I’m not a poet

It’s not verses that I pen

Crying out every word

Smiling out every line

Like ém or hate ém

At least they are mine

In lands of dreams and rhymes

I lose myself quite often

But I’m still not a poet

It’s not verses that I pen.


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i can empathize with ur poem
poetry was a medium
that helped me
get over the loss of love
but had i not lost a love
i wud have never written a poem
in my life i think
it opened a new way of expression for me

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Awesome…well wht u wrote says a truth abt lot of poets. i write just to express myself in a way tht i cant do without poetry..some poems mske me happy some sadden me but all of them talk abt me in way i can never say!

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Well expressed poem & Thought.
According to Great Hindi Poet kavi Neeraj ” Ek Achchi kavita ko “sunder vivashata” ke atirict aur kuch nahin kaha ja sakata” . A good poem writes itself.

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A poet’s heart….how humble and beautiful

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Your poems are all so good and so different from each other, another fabulous work from you!! The word flow and the variety in the structure are amazing

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“In lands of dreams and rhymes
I lose myself quite often”

i could realy relate 2 it…

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This would make such a great song….I can hear the voice of Leonard Cohen or Dylan crooning it :)
Beautifully composed….songsmith

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A passionate poem.You are a gifted one capable of expressing yourself well in tune.

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A passionate poem.You are a gifted one capable of expressing yourself well in tune.

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the best of your poems,I believe.beautifully crafted;a story of almost every poet around.Can’t stop praising you bro.

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love dis 1 too…

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Very true what you say, true for everyone who expresses thoughts via words, be it prose or poetry. A beautiful poem, indeed.

The lines themselves

Are my tears, are my smile

Through my quill, on my paper

I sketch myself every once a while

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They have said it all…

I am simply in awe of just what you’ve written. All the poets can relate to this and I am no diferent…We will one day die but these words would be here as long as it can be preserved- never to decay or ashen like us…

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Apoorv,
a good piece of poetry. Even just the act of writing can transform us.
Imagine the first person to create a new poem with this new fangled thing called writing – starting from scratch – pardon the pun.
Gion

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