others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

essence

an oyster without its pearl
a dance without any swirl
a garden without flowers
the night without stars
a candle without its light
a clown without delight
a poem without rhyme
a bell without chime
a tree without any leaf
a prayer without belief
winter without snow
a deer without a doe
monsoon without the rain
a genius without a brain
a painter with no paints
an holy place with no saints
a writer without words
a birdhouse without birds
an ice cream thats not cold
an antique thats not old
bread without butter
a fish not in water
a groom without his bride
a horse you cannot ride
a somg without melody
a mistake that has no remedy
a guitar with no strings
a bird without wings
a world without babies
a promise full of "may be"s
a book without pages
a worker without wages
a delicacy you can't eat
a challenge you can't meet
a prize you can't win
a top you can't spin
a rainbow without color
a hero without valor
a unreachable goal
a body with no soul
like coffee without cream
like sleep with no dream
a beach not near sea
THAT IS YOU WITHOUT ME

3 comments:

supernova said...

dis is soo 'soul-warming'. the drift is hunky-dory.

REAL GUD ONE. Esp de last line jus got my heart all meltin.

The Abhishek Blog said...

really good....!
my favourite of all poems u ve written.....!!

Manasa. K .Kumar said...

woah , i think this is awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!