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Untitled - a poem



Clinging to strange lands set
my native fears free
burying the known I’ve let
the unknowns ravage me

The only truth I’ve hit
Were souls others had tried
Someone’s pains slit
Inter-twined with mine

There’s nothing to despair
My contemplation drafts –
There’s nothing to repair
It’s broken from the start

I’m tired of the swinging
And death-ness and the stings
There’s no meaning in -no-thing-
Until your loveliness sings

- Proma

Comments

Anonymous said…
The brevity of your text is a facade for strong emotional ties with your homeland. Perhaps the pain and despondence are linked with a long absence from the bustling, happening streets of your past. Time is a line for some...a circle for others...where the past becomes the future and the present is what defines time itself.
Proma said…
thanks anon - i do tend to write condense poetry - brevity is the right word
Anonymous said…
I was like "Who's anon?" for a second there :)

Do you consciously stay away from flamboyant words and passages? Most Indian writers I follow have a complex writing style both from a vocabulary perspective and from a content perspective. While the content in your work is there...just hidden away, the vocabulary is simple. I understand you are a mother as well and as someone who has spent a lot of time with children, I speak from experience that it does influence your language and your behavior.

Anyway - great Blog. Perhaps I'll get one of my own started and invite you in for a cuppa tea ;)

Cheers!
Proma said…
cool , I love tea !
Vivek Sharma said…
Interesting poem: packed with powerful emotion, and yet with cliched expressions (perhaps when opening stanza is so promising, the expectations are higher).

the poem is quite precise though, and maybe would flow better in free verse.

hope to see more verses from you.
Proma said…
Vivek : Thanks, you'd see a lot more verse soon.
GS said…
http://gs-synchronicity.blogspot.com/

This is "Anon" - Got my blog up. It is very different from what you write...but keep writing - Short poems are da bomb! :)

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