Taking up the pen in my trepid hand,
I etch the whirlpool of raw emotions,
swirling through my mind but the page remains
unscathed save a few scratches, here and there!
Perhaps the ink has run dry at long last,
like an artery that has lost the heart,
no throbbing or pulsating from behind,
like a river stopped by the winter’s wind!
Well, there is no one else to blame but me,
was it not I who gambled with my Poetry!
So, my Muse with a broken heart did leave,
what we want is the thing we ought to give!
None can hurt me unless I let them to
you cannot fill a cup, which is already full!
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wow “I etch the whirlpool of raw emotions,
swirling through my mind but the page remains
unscathed save a few scratches, here and there!” — just wow. I am rendered speechless. Wow.
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so that makes the state of speechlessness a mutual one for both you and me… 😀
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😀 who has stolen your words?
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your exuberance!
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“like an artery that has lost its heart” – none worse than that! A very moving poem May your muse return even though your cup is full. The new look of your blog is very bold! I have missed visiting!
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welcome back! hope you enjoy your visits!
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A great piece, my friend.
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I am honored!
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Heartaches make the best poetry, no? 😀
Keep bleeding poetry my friend! We are all here to happily read it!
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😀 I am sincerely grateful for making the process of bleeding a blissful one… 😀
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Well, that is how the early medics fixed all the disease 😉
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hahahaha…. yes I just remembered… there were thought to be 4 kinds of liquid in our body, humor being one of them…. and by bleeding the equilibrium was attained!
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Well done student! 😉
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Amit – whatever you might lose, don’t lose your gift of poetry! Take care, buddy!
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thanks a lot brother!
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At least you took the risk and while it has not proved fruitful in a way you hoped, at least you know, and it is from this position that you will rise-up, once again, in your quest for love. For you are right: you can’t add to what is already filled/ Beautifully and achingly written, my friend.
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you are a poet, so my guess is you would find beauty in everything…. and the better poet you are, the more beauty you will find in others’ poetry… I am honored to befriend a poet like you!
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Your words humble me, this morning, my friend…I am most happy to read your words…when the world stops becoming beautiful it will be time to close my eyes for good…Happy Sunday to you, Amit!
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not just you my friend, then it will be time to close my eyes too…. hopefully the happiness will continue through the weekend into the coming weeks! Godspeed!
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Yes, hopefully…thank you…blessings, my friend!
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may you be blessed as well mon ami!
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Merci, mon ami!
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Very true, none can hurt you until you let them and none can deprive you from your art if you don’t allow it to happen. A poetic muse will sulk if you forsake her for a time or promise to abandon her for the sake of other muses but she will never abandon one whose heart is set on poetry and who makes amends by writing and appealing to her flow. Beautiful poem Amit. Be well.
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😀 you do possess a fountain of kindness in you! Thanks a lot!
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Thanks for the faith. My kids would be rolling their eyes up to the sky hearing that as they hear it too often from people around us and they have a slightly different opinion on what I have a fountain of. They call me the endless debate lady because when they do something wrong they don’t regret it because of any punishment but because of the long monologue they get from me about right and wrong and if they chip in it lasts much longer so they usually suffer through it almost quietly 😀 . I have to say they are good kids though and rarely do anything bad 😀
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hahahahahaha…. the motherly monologues…. I daresay a more appropriate term might be lady of the dialectics …. I think you do that in order to instill your virtues in them… the fountain of kindness is but one of those virtues… and you ought to be a happy mother then with such lovely children!
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I am truly and know that I am blessed. They are wonderful kids. I even wrote more than a poem about them and recently one for each of them and chose music that goes quite well with their characters as well.
https://geethaprodhom.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/my-slender-oak-tree/
https://geethaprodhom.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/what-i-love-about-her-feet/
https://geethaprodhom.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/dynamics-of-love/
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checking them…
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Oh no! Beautiful poem but that doesn’t sound good…
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:p yes, sad but true!
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I’m sorry to hear it, my friend. I hope you are ok 🙂
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well it is not over yet but no matter what transpires it will be a priceless experience for me and my poetry… the rest are just occupational hazards 😀
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Great attitude – what doesn’t kill us…
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makes us stronger, no?
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So I’m told 🙂 Stay strong.
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blessings to you!
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