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
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!
the poem is quite precise though, and maybe would flow better in free verse.
hope to see more verses from you.
This is "Anon" - Got my blog up. It is very different from what you write...but keep writing - Short poems are da bomb! :)