On the floor
In my room
Away from the worldly garden
Where flowers of ambition bloom
In a silent and cozy corner
I sit and wonder
What crawls inside me?
On my skin and under
Does it have any meaning?
In the world sans my room
Where the thorny flowers
Of ambition seldom bloom??
I try to dig deeper
Inside my well lubricated cerebrum
And at times I even
Mount nostalgia's rostrum
Trying to find the answer
To a very simple question
When I utter thoughts
Will the world listen?
For I know that I
Am the most capable judge of my intensions
I also realize that
Only I can control my temptations.
In this fast paced
World of competition I wonder
Will my dreams come true?
Or will I too surrender?
The steps I take,
My thoughts, are they right??
Or is it flying in the wrong direction,
My life’s kite
For I don’t know
What awaits me
Tomorrow or even
The next January
Hence I am writing this poem tonight
A day before my first test, pre-board
Because the result,
I can’t decode
But whatever it might be
I promise thee
That I will move on
To achieve a blissful spree
And try to reach a state
In which I would make single dream come true daily!!
4 comments:
Such a cute poem Anupam!! Rilly awesome... I love your expressions, too original and meaningful. And don't worry, you'll rock in the pre-boards. And, your poem is splendid... ^_^
WOW! is the one that would TRULY describe how wonderfully this poem has been written. Its nice to see a person who writes realistic and sweet poems. Not depressing ones. hehe. AWESOME. :)
well , this time see s the rise of another poet amongst us , very soon , it seems i shall be the sole verse less author in st Xavier's , taking the liberty to call myself that. Let me be frank with you , first i proceeded to write a comment without reading your poem , or rather the verse , because i can't stand poetry , ask smriti that , it makes me sick , i feel im too practical for it . But then i felt , that your friendship deserved enough for me to read your work , for after all prose or no prose , it is a true expression of your inner being ,prose or no prose.
My request to you after reading your work is that , please dont write anything but poetry from now on . Your poetry is like a breath of fresh air , in this already stuffy room of so called princes and princesses of poetry (no disrespect meant) . Ill start with the good ,
You have achieved something that is seldom achieved in poetry , that is bringing a touch of practicality to your work .it appeals more to a realist like me , the thoughts you have articulated have shown a great depth of understanding of the topics with which such depth is rarely noticed . What you have managed to achieve is the perfect blend of imagination and fantasy with real life .
the bad i would not like to highlight here , for it is for you that i highlight the downsides present.
My friend you have proved your mettle as a poet and blast me for blasphemy , for any irish man reading this would be at my throat , you with a lot of work could be a possible successor of Yeats
a very well ritten poem...u rite better poems than articles...no offence but mayb i m obsessed wid poems....it too good...hope u get ur subjects....u r in my prayers... :)
keep penning
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