This is one of the poems that I wrote some two years back. But I still love the theme. Do not remember why I wrote it down but it was written when I was no good at this art(I ain't any good even now but improving)......
Also, I lost the second half of this poem 'coz the paper was lost(not actually...it was in my pocket and then the jeans just paid a visit to the washerman who at least did not fall in love with it....guess if he even understood it or not.......who the hell wants a poem...it ain't gonna fetch any money..so let it be there.... and when I found it, you can imagine in what condition it would have been...my poor darling had been ripped of her chastity(i know the one word for this phrase but do not find it decent enough to use)....however i was able to retrieve this small portion.... anyways , no further talks....just read the poem but one more request...
As the quotation goes "A poem is never finished,only abandoned", so anyone who wants to add anything can do so in the reply section......
Why do we always remember what we want to forget?
Why don't we achieve something which we would love to get?
Why is it that every question comes with more than one reply?
And why is it that the obvious answer is not the one that we try?
Why does every dream turn out to be a nightmare?
Why do we neglect them, who most about us care?
Why don't the expressions on the face reflect what is true?
Why do you look for faults in others, before you find it in you?
Why does keeping expectations from someone seldom gives us pain?
And why do we enjoy to bear that pain again and again?
Some more poems shall I be posting...Keep visiting....
S.R.
Also, I lost the second half of this poem 'coz the paper was lost(not actually...it was in my pocket and then the jeans just paid a visit to the washerman who at least did not fall in love with it....guess if he even understood it or not.......who the hell wants a poem...it ain't gonna fetch any money..so let it be there.... and when I found it, you can imagine in what condition it would have been...my poor darling had been ripped of her chastity(i know the one word for this phrase but do not find it decent enough to use)....however i was able to retrieve this small portion.... anyways , no further talks....just read the poem but one more request...
As the quotation goes "A poem is never finished,only abandoned", so anyone who wants to add anything can do so in the reply section......
Why do we always remember what we want to forget?
Why don't we achieve something which we would love to get?
Why is it that every question comes with more than one reply?
And why is it that the obvious answer is not the one that we try?
Why does every dream turn out to be a nightmare?
Why do we neglect them, who most about us care?
Why don't the expressions on the face reflect what is true?
Why do you look for faults in others, before you find it in you?
Why does keeping expectations from someone seldom gives us pain?
And why do we enjoy to bear that pain again and again?
Some more poems shall I be posting...Keep visiting....
S.R.
7 comments:
this is awesome......and i am really really looking forward to reading ur next poem coz you know what...i think i have started developing a taste for it (thanks to you)
@shwetabh---hope that i can inspire you to write a few lines too... have always thought that you can be good at anything you try...aise hi tujhe no. 1 nahi bolta :-)
@saket---well saket, keep on trying....but i guess writing is not my cup of tea
A class act,as morning shows the day so does the 1st blog tells volumes about the blogger.hope u do not disappoint us.
@anindip--I guess it ain't as good as you are sayin but i will humbly accept all that u say...will try to meet ur expectations....
ohhh gawd...what a poem......i am angry as hell that u didn't show it to me earlier....how could you do so buddy....anyways the poem's great and the poet's even greater.....
@sid--I think you had seen this poem but you do not remember it...'coz i remember showing it to you...anyways getting a compliment from the source of inspiration(thats you) makes me feel good :)
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