A CONFUSED STATE OF MIND
This was an attempt to rhyme but I ended up with a strong affirmation that today was not the ideal day to rhyme.Once upon a time I realized that I have never been able to rhyme. The last two months I read Shelley, Keats, Wordsworth, Dryden, Chaucer, Rossetti and all other masters of their times and got inspired and made an effortless attempt to rhyme.
The poetess in me breathes her imagination
In the form of dream, vision and illusion
And the weak mind is in the midst of confusion
Wonder how Hughes did it without any complication.
Life is strange and tormenting
With every step, all the more perplexing
Just when you think you had it all
Think again you’re being kicked like a ball.
We are waste landers on a waste land,
We talk about fertility on dry sand
Materialistically gaining, spiritually failing
The old vessel of life aimlessly sailing.
Why are my thoughts so pessimistic ?
With corruption and bribery all should be optimistic
What politicians can do for you, not even god could do
Agrees to this even the dead satirist Alexander Pope.
The above twenty lines, Have no sense of rhyme
Still I end this poetic fantasy with pride and smile
That alas one day I will rhyme.
posted by munmun @ 12:12 AM
1 Comments:
the end is definately ... i have no word'... someday yes you will rhyme.. i dunno if u mean it in term's of just poetry but yes... someday in life everyone has to rhyme... nice word's penned down.... do keep writing more..
bbye
vibhor
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