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

Sunday, March 29, 2009

verbs

numbed by reality
taunted by the truth
threatened by imperfections
cajolled by promises
stiffled by my conscience
aphyxiated by words
galvanized by emotions

existing because I do

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Dark but not down

I'm dark

I'm Daring
I'm Affectionate
I'm Resplendent
I'm Kind

I'm dark, just like the inky sky
Maybe not seen in the day
But with moon and stars that shine
At night and make a sight- divine

I'm dark, like the ebony coal
To spread warmth, I enkindle my soul
But that's just one part of me
One day a glittering diamond I'll be

I'm dark like soil - the elixir
Both birth and death, I nurture
I'm the crux of all existence
And core of human subsistence

I'm dark like the vortex of fire
I'm dark like words that inspire
I'm dark like luscious black hair
I'm dark like life that’s not 'fair'

I'm dark, I'm filled with light inside
I'm dark and in it I take pride
If I weren't dark what would I be?
If I weren't dark I wouldn't be me..



P.S I wrote this from the point of view of somebody else