Monday, December 24, 2007

Poetry

A dot on the paper
a blot... in need of company
I play god
strecth the dot a little -
a line, a curve, some word, some meaning

All an attempt
to show the surreal power
of building stories....
out of bitterness,
'pain'spired as I call it...

Words used to create
deliberate maze, conscious ambivalence
non-existent layers...

An ego game
An attempt to fill
empty spaces
left by lack of worthwhile pursuits...

4 Comments:

Blogger Nirvanicyogi said...

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11:14 PM  
Blogger Nirvanicyogi said...

To the Poetic muse................



Strange..weird...city lights...mothic existence...... myopia.... anger.. confusion... insania...yeah!!!! thesis of existential dillema ,but admist this i found a post box called " Poetic license" filled with post cards from this unknown ........but yet known.......a poetic muse , to me a poetic delight, a another reason to believe that life is not only about discovering your own space .....but maybe there are other ethereal spaces where life is celebrated ...and Poetic license is one of them where life is a song ........and the sweet sounds of it reverberates beyond the known spaces too............way to go poetic muse.............never stop humming your poetic chords

11:45 PM  
Blogger Nirvanicyogi said...

sorry..........about the deletion...........just wanted to correct a few things.........anyways chill ........chow

11:47 PM  
Blogger nishwish said...

well...
what do i say... songs are my soul..words are the device i use for release...
in your words i find a comforting camaraderie..
my idle musings find meaning when soemoen understands whats beyond them...and i believe u do...
thanx
keep visiting

6:10 PM  

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