“Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power boned with ideas, blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.” — Paul Engle
Writing a poem is a task in itself , and for me it's a way in which I express myself and my thoughts.
Scribbling over words and crossing them out;
The story of every poem sans doubt;
Well! With this one the case was same;
I wrote ample , most of it lame!
The moment I lounge on my thinking chair;
To gain some apprehension , the chance is fair;
But time and again, I drift away;
And with my imagination, my thoughts just sway.
After contemplating for an hour and a half;
To get a satisfactory synonym for the word 'agraffe';
Antipodal, I succumbed to failure I must say;
As I decided to use it exactly the same way!
It's all about words , that turn to sentences;
That pop up a poem , to bring up the fizz;
It can be bitter or even sweet;
But it always turns out to be quite upbeat.
Choosing a topic , right from the scratch;
Also, making each syllable match;
The journey can never be facile;
But at the end ,it's a perplexing feel!
Right from my thinking chair , up to this point;
I've come up , overcoming most of my fear;
Having put on paper all I had to say;
That's what I know about how words play!
- ISHITA
