Sometimes,
I am the river
lapping at the banks of silent veins
I also carry some fragrant flowers
that surprise me when their petals dance
and leave me strung on mellow strains
Sometimes
I am the rage
of leaping flames and a monster’s ire
that billows & bawls out of my thousand strands
When each cell of me is stung and wounded
and my words roll out like balls of fire.
Sometimes
I am the icy dew
That freezes over and forgets to thaw
When throats lump up and eyes sting,
and my words roam abandoned roads,
my breath begins to punch and gnaw.
Sometimes
I am the breeze
That wears all seasons, hues, and smells,
I surrender to every moon and sun,
each pore of me changes face
and each grain of me brings new tales to tell.
Sometimes
I am the earth
I love, pray and deliver tree, desert, sea, and mountain
and pluck smiles to sew the torn-up skies
Sometimes I parch, shudder or shrink in fear
But soon I forget and throw my arms to the rain…
Sometimes
I am the tree,
I breed roots and wings together
I find my feet in the heart of the earth
and stick my head out to the skies
and meld into the moods of all weathers.
Sometimes
I am these
more
or somewhat less
and
sometimes…
some times….
I am
None.
Dear Balpreet
ReplyDeleteNice but a very predictable poem. Somehow, it shows a pre-decision to choose certain words and symbols. Even last time, i hinted at the form of your poetry. I think poetry has a certain task at hand, it reinserts a fresh meaning in words and images which is a bit unpredictable. There is a certain kind of mystery around a poet that arouses a reader to meander through the alleys of poetry. You have been writing beautiful poetry but of late, i feel that there is a new material and ideological context which you are refusing to allow in your poetry. I can understand that it happens but the poets know how to overcome it.
Very expressive ballu...its always a delight to read ur poetry
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