I feel thes droplets trickling down my cheeks..
....I see them on my palm and smile..
And I think awhile...
Is it passion or pain?
For all the feelings I sustain...
I save them in my heart...nearly
They are mine and mine alone,so very dearly..
Happy or sad , I dont care
Its life...Oh dear life..I 'm aware ...
I feel thes droplets trickling down my cheeks..
11 comments:
the poem's very nice - good work - and its sufficiently open-ended for quite a few interpretations. pray share your ideas here...are you talking of pain as represented by unrequited/lost love, pain of separation, longing for something/someone? what is the pain-pleasure duality you allude to? interesting qs throws up by your poem...good work again!
hmm....i expected ruthless analysis :P...
hey, i'm not soooo bad...at least not always :P..
really ;P...now thats newss ;)
Great work! Tell me one thing.. Are you a major in philosophy?
your love affair with your life is inspiring!
hehe *wicked smile* ;)))))
at last!!! :D but then again you have shied away...
("you shud've completed the previous one!!!")
but excellent drops of poetry - loved this! :D:D:D
I appreciate what you write considering that you are an amateur trying to open your heart and express. But, perhaps, you'd like to improve as you mention writing is one of your interests.
If yes, then you could possible look into the structuring of your poem which is a free verse but lacks rhythm of any kind. The way you use '...' is not really effective, nor is it well thought out why you do it. There are plenty of such aspects that can be looked into, if you wish to. Else, I understand that you could very well be a happy soul just writing your heart out :)
Kindly don't take offence. I have the kindest motives. I simoky chanced upon the blog and thought to comment. Keep writing!
-- Akshaya
hehe ;))
Nice :)
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