Thursday, October 16, 2008
Hello readers,

Poetry is something which is tough to define. Ask 10 and get 20 different answers kinda-thing ! I hated it during my high school days. Mom and i had heated argument on it and the count goes up to a thousand times. She, being a student of literature loved the words of Worthworth and Frost while i got annoyed with their wordplay. It was in ninth grade that my English teacher, Mr Edward Joseph(one of my favourites) taught the class or rather made us understand the inherent meaning of the poem "On His Blindness". Well i was literally shocked. How can a person tell that God is there to give us problems based on our proportions of handling them! WOW,that is when my thoughts drifted. Though poems to many is an idiot's way of expressing something, i think there is more to it.

Why pen emotions in verses when is it more easy to adhere to meaningful sentences?Ask it to poetry lovers. It is analogous to music for them. It is enlightment. It takes them to a new world. I hardly understand poems on one read. It seems too abstruse. But once am able to connect it with the poet's thoughts there is a smile; a different smile.

Personally am not an admirer of poetry. Neither have I read any poem other than those that appeared in my school texts. But i find it relatively easy to summarize a poem than a big story. I do write a couple of poems when my solitude turns to loneliness. My definition of a poem : fact with fun and pun attached or intertwining of thoughts with imaginations.

I thereby complete this not so interesting post with an intersting activity for you. I present to you one of my poems. It is left to you to give a suitable title. If possible, summarize it. A challenge!


11:07 pm
13th april 2007
Was a pleasant day, I got up,
Shocked ! Bewildered !!
Thought i was dead;
With the possiblity that it is a dream,
I tried to get off my bed
Tried and Tried, but in vain
All over my head there was rain;
Couldn't understand the happenings,
There ain't any ropes nor my limbs tied
The pain was unbearable,
Got desperate and cried and cried

All my life never did i see a wonderful sight,
Everything seemed lustrous and bright.
I heard a voice
A voice so soft
"Angel is my name,
Is Neo ready to set out in my flame?"

Impossible for me,
I could hardly see,
Earth or Heaven!was tough for me..
Confused, I did really note
A bizzare smile on the Angel's face,
To my right, saw a flying boat.
My face went blank;
Angel took out her wand
I knew between the boat and the angel
There existed a bond.
A blue lightening hit the band on my hand
Scared, Neo shouts "I don't know heaven yet"
The angel grinned.
"I have your answer",She said
And without a trace, She disappeared.

Black, everything seemed Black!
And Black was great;
Neo's limbs begun to move..
I was fighting, fighting very hard;
Fighting to uncover my blanket.
As i got up from my bed
A commotion started in the neurons of my head
Was it really an angel?
Or was it God??
Was it really a dream?
Or reality??
Impossible to think !
Impossible to judge !!
Impossible for me to understand !!!


Neeraja said...

You should provide a summary with it. Quite an abstract work. :) And I liked your post a lot. I can relate to it, because that's almost how I feel about poetry - except that I like referring to my work as RHYMING rather than using the complex word 'poetry'.

Shera said...

hey.... i never hav seen this poetic nithin within you.. Man.. it is damn good!!!

Nitin said...

thank you :)