Tell me…
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Do I write about friends,
of yore long forgotten.
Or the ones pragmatic now,
connected yet not as devoted.
Do I write about times timed out,
or the one which is on the go.
Those defined by moments etched,
and these trying hard to be forged.
Do I write about agony and melancholy,
of bated breaths disguised in composure.
They are all gone never to return again,
or so I think for I’ve always it disdained.
Do I write about wrath and temper,
fiery but infested with guilt days later.
Consumed by ego, blisters healed,
but scathed scars still remained.
Do I write about love or hatred,
one cocooned and the other scarred.
Silken words or the Evils fester,
still I choose rather the earlier.
Break my head or open my mind,
desire to pen as it pesters.
I need to venture out in the open,
and somehow find a solution.
14 Comments
Wow……………beautiful………………I think you had a poem like this a earlier submit……………….where you talk abt what can a Poet write about…………that was a master piece according to me and this is also good………………………
Well…………….a good poem…………..which is added to my Favs………..does not deserve less than 5……………………………
Great Krishna…………..
lovely poem Krishna
a gem of a poem
Tell Me is a beauty in the art of telling
Wtthout really writing about anything,
you have writen about everything,
This is a very nice way of writing,
& The “writers’ block” can do nothing
Congrats for this beauty
krishna Reply:
June 30th, 2009 at 11:43 am
@Vishvnand, Thank you Anandji…
Nice of you to appreciate it…
Krishna,
like this a lot for it’s questioning.
“open my mind” reminds me of so often telling others “just crack your mind open a tiny bit” but sometimes in a “do as I say not do as I do” mode. The questions in this poem make me thing about the subjects themselves.
thanks Gion
this is similar to a hindi poem! look for it in Hindi kshitij book CBSE 10 th grade
krishna Reply:
July 8th, 2009 at 11:56 pm
@Shreyansh Sen Sharma, Hoping to chance upon the poem. Will certainly try to find and see the similarities…
I am not what I say but what you perceive...
I am not what I give but what you receive.//
I am just a normal young fellow,
I am my true self when I am mellow.///
Revealing my self in my thoughts,
telling my state in varied words.//
At the end of the day I am here to fade away,
it's just a matter of time before I sway.///
To be dead and gone,
into oblivion all alone.//
Would leave behind these roads,
traces of me in the form of words.///
Break my head or open my mind,
desire to pen as it pesters.
really vry true
gud rite sir
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