The Poet

A poet is a minute caricature,                                                                                                                                                    A self made kinesthetic person.                                                                                                                                        Whilst poetry a long journey                                                                                                                                            To be traveled all alone & all along.
    
The journey with him is not that ease                                                                                                                         To bear his silence and to handle his angst  
With chaotic emotions & compressed expressions 
On the track of observatory …… poetry.

It’s not his embedded nature;                                                                                                                                                Habituated self; or his own version,                                                                                                                                      Whilst not exactly a translator of one’s mind,                                                                                                                  Nor the residue of his life’s dust.

I’m unable to capture his moods 
With my pictorial poetry and
Monitor his moody mindset
With the wavelength of my verses.

At times I feel I’m just a freelancer
Picking up points, of what all the poet speaks 
On the whole- even when, he whispers 
He makes it gleam & I just try to jot it down.

At times HE is ME and many times I’m..Him
I’m a confused BIT to know –the whole thing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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March 5, 2016 at 7:54 AM
Thank you for speaking your mind, Laxman... also for the kind replay
A   Avatar
February 22, 2016 at 8:10 AM
Wow, I'm impressed with the poem, how confusing. But, you have the right view of the Poet. At one time I use to call my self a Freelance Poet.... a perfect 7... hard to tell where it all comes from at times. Linda
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February 23, 2016 at 1:34 AM
Thanks dear...all that I can say is ...i believe in bringing the poet in front of me and me being at the back. In one of my poems i say.. when i do speak of poetry The poet in me speaks; whilst, its not me. This is one genre which i've created for myself or follow- in simple ... as Sir keats states: Anything that is creative should create itself. I speak my mind and try to create it. Regards Rao
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