One fine day, a friend wrote, Tomorrow will be bright and will bring new light... and started it all!
I wake up every day,
in the anticipation of light,
but even searching all lengths,
I still can't find my way!
[...]
I wander not for the light
but for the star
which can brighten my life
heal my scars!
[...]
Shadows are they
and not dark patches
follow me everywhere
and at times almost catches.
I fight not to be alive
but to live a dream
its the elf queen's halo
that brings me to light.
the fate is bound
of you and me
to the one ring
that cannot be found.
The music of language, intricate rhyme schemes, elegant phrases, vivid images - the art of poetry is enough to inspire many to write it. Poetry is the practice of creating artworks using language. What could be a better way than discovering the music inside yourself than Poetry? Words are the soul of any rythm, any sort of music.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Tid Bits
Monday, March 8, 2010
A Little
A little of heart, a little of brain
in little of sun, n in little of rain
painting in zillion colors, thoughts so arcane
alive you bring, the canvas mundane
new heights with every step, you attain
all would agree, with me in fain
meaningful thoughts, your paradise contains
impression of which, in our minds always remain!
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