Tuesday, March 18, 2008 by Indrajit
the Poetess. part 1.
Writing something after a long time and i hope unlike Maniac -1 and My Utopia-part 1,
the sequel of Poetess is made.:), which I would like to write, soon.
holding my hands with silken ease,
she tunes my verses in life's green,
deepest of dreams, deepest in the heart,
beholds her eyes,in silent din.
intend to hide, so my eyes i close,
to bury emotions , as always,
and what a fool i conjure myself to,
for the Poetess reflects my soul's face.
Oh Poetess, come down now, will you please?
I thirst for my lost verses; i see them none !
Greens call from not-so-far, and yet it hides,
Poetess, now come and write me one.
Indrajit ghosal 03-18-08
copyright(c)reserved.
Writing something after a long time and i hope unlike Maniac -1 and My Utopia-part 1,
the sequel of Poetess is made.:), which I would like to write, soon.
holding my hands with silken ease,
she tunes my verses in life's green,
deepest of dreams, deepest in the heart,
beholds her eyes,in silent din.
intend to hide, so my eyes i close,
to bury emotions , as always,
and what a fool i conjure myself to,
for the Poetess reflects my soul's face.
Oh Poetess, come down now, will you please?
I thirst for my lost verses; i see them none !
Greens call from not-so-far, and yet it hides,
Poetess, now come and write me one.
Indrajit ghosal 03-18-08
copyright(c)reserved.
any poet can coonect to the feeling behind this
good one :)
superb... i'll wait 4 the sequel...
:)
i think tht said a bit bout how i sometimes feel
Poetry looks far more difficult to write to me than prose! Nice one..
good!!!!so beautifully u called ur own true soul ur inspiration....viewing her as someone else and at the same time as urself.....good....:)
loved the way you started it .. actually adored it ... and after that start it had to be GOOD and it was ... enjoyed it immesely
.... Is it a coincidence or no??....im with Shakspeare on my hands ,reading a Sonet:
''where are you ,muse,that you forget so long
So speakof that wich gives thee all might?
Return, forgetful muse,and straight redeem
And gives thy Pen both skill and argument.''......
You see? him too is complaining sometimes.....
intend to hide, so my eyes i close,
to bury emotions , as always,
and what a fool i conjure myself to,
for the Poetess reflects my soul's face.
:) good 1s.. :)
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Brilliant piece of poetry!
:)
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:) :) :)