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( This poem resulted as I was pondering over the question as to how should my poems be. I
was trying to pull the vague feelings and hunches on to the surface and to my surprise it
emerged in the form of a poem...)
I read a lot of books, wrote intelligently too,
I imagined that I was good and loved by all of you.
A hope was born in my heart, it flowered...
My inspiration was the world, its mysteries uncovered.
I loved to watch and understand the ways of the world,
A student of life, its miracles I behold...
Picking up the pen, I thought and wrote..
Words flowed creating visions,myriad possibilities came forth.
I wove the magic with my pen as I sat unravelling insights,
But then the science of it clouded my sight.
My mind analysed, it calculated and cringed,
The spark of magic, my creativity was singed.
The search for mechanical perfection spoiled my delight,
Forgot the lesson of love, passion was reduced to a skill overnight.
A wall emerged, fortified by my beliefs of what a poem should be,
Reduced to an equation, my perfection killed me.
I went outside for a walk to meet the trees, hills,clouds and the birds,
Seeing, breathing it in, opened myself to the world...
Travelling beyond, felt the moment stretch into an eternity,
And realised- the minor imperfections, the aberrations are the beauty.
Every line should be new,capturing passion,
Struggle against the flow, create a commotion...
Breathe fire into the being, ignite the minds
Let every soul feel the strength inside.
Fight to create, to taste freedom within...
Its better to die than to write what I do not believe in,
To write as I see it, feel it and love it,
I write to stir,wake and free the spirit.
Sitting here casually thinking to myself, wanting to pen something new,
I visualize that I could easily write about anything.
I could write about you and the way her smile sparkles so brilliantly,
And the way her hair flows elegantly and shines.
I could write about how we tolerate and handle others in so many ways,
Yet if you notice we mostly never read between the lines.
I could write about how the use of a God can be a way to control others,
But for my higher power he will always be the one true creator.
I could write about literature like Brutus and the famous line stated,
“Et tu Brute” and how to Caesar he was a painful traitor.
I could write about while sitting in the driver’s seat foot easing the gas,
and I sense the open highway’s vast freedom within my car.
I could write about how on a clear, magnificently sparkling starlit night,
Gazing astonished I notice that one glorious falling star.
I could write about the Wild Wild West with gunslingers like Wyatt Earp,
Doc Holiday, even Ike Clanton bursting into the amazing gun fights.
I could write about some hilariously funny and catchy movies like,
Idiocracy, Hangover or even the one called Men in Tights.
I could write about love, hatred, and almost any of these emotionally,
Manipulated, misconstrued and yet confusing things.
I could write about some puppets and this can be explained in any way,
Seem to always be controlled by hidden secretive strings.
Then before my pen ever falls against the paper or my fingers hit the keys,
Noticing nothing has changed I envision I truly could write about anything.