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

Saturday, July 17, 2010

shades of grey..

I promised I'd be good
I said I'd never go astray
but back then I thought
that I'd always know my way

I promised to stay in line
I said I'd always pray
but back then I thought
I knew the night from day

I said I'd always be nice
and the truth I'd always say
but life was then a bed of roses
not just a game people play

I said I'd follow all the rules
and I tried to always obey
but back then you promised
that you'd never go away

I promised to be faithful
I said I'd never betray
But then it was all black and white
there were no shades of gray

Thursday, July 8, 2010

is it?

When I am happy with what I am
Am I happily satiated ?
or just plain complacent?

When I love people despite being hated in return
Is my love unconditional?
or am I just being stupid?

When I am pretending to be happy
Is it better than being sad?
or am I just being fake?

When certain things don't bother me
Is that being mature
or am I being indifferent?

When sometimes I just don't care
Am I being strong
or is it just insensitivity?

When I pour my soul out in a poem
Is it being expressive?
Or am I wearing my heart on my sleeve?