I seem to have forgotten how to write.I thought this art would abide with me all life long, but somethings gone dreadfully wrong!!! My emotions are of late stereotyping(if theres a word like that at all....). My poems have become aged courtesans: the words are alright but where's the emotion!!!
earlier... my experiences got saturated but emotions were always teeming...and now my lethurgy prevents me from penning emotions or experiences.
* see how disgusting i`m sounding!!!
what the hell`s wrong with me..... why the hell cant i sulk! wheres all the energy drained? I am curling down to a charred being. yeah...i can feel the ashes. my own ashes. i do hope the smell of my burning self...would instill some life <>...
burn me, char me, rejoice my burning flesh.....
let nothing remain of me to peacefully refresh....
scribble my epituft with gentle hands
sprinkle my ash on faraway sands....
dont remember me on a rainy day....
dont remember me when meteors play...
dont tell my story to them to come....
let no bard my legend humm
let nothing remain that thinks of me
set all my memories free to flee...
to fiddle the sands where my ashes lie:
let them be the dust in the eye....
if ever somebody sheds a tear:
its just the dust make it clear.
let me be your dust in the eye....
so that at times you have leave to cry!
signing out :
anirban.... the eternally burning effigy.
2 comments:
If i were able to write something now....this is exactly what i would want to express.However,I know I lack that capacity...u havent lost the touch...write on.
The emotions are all there. Beautifully underplayed or hyperbolized, as you'd want, in the poetry; your prose lacks control, though, in my humble opinion.
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