I did not have much to do with poetry once, it was never my line of interest.I started writing poems as a means of escaping from the mental agony I was put through by a bad experience.Most of my poems were inspired and influenced by sensations born from my hurt emotions. My poems mostly come out under stressed moments when I am very much sad.So naturally the my poems acquire an air of pathos about them.lets just say I am at my best when I am sad.
I sum it all up that my poetic self is my alter ego that deals with my pent-up emotions, which keeps me running as a ordinary human being.
A weaver of vivid dreams she be,
Spinning them with the yarn of despair,
Knots them she does with blind hopes,
Conjuring a life of warmth and care.
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I sight thy smile, an enchanters smile
All portraits which grace thy digital sites!
I hear a surmise, one agonising surmise
One fair maiden and thee shall bind in wedlock!
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Drawing a circle around I
'Stay in bounds'told he,
'Cross not the line'
'We shall be mere fellows'added he.
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Yonder, she walks, a mirthless soul
Limp and lifeless as a solitary corpse.
Darkness gathers with no silver about
Isolated she be, in an island of tears.
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Lush meadows along rippling streams pass I
When I be racing in one eternal track
This one I chose not but the dictating Fate!
Driven by his mistress Necessity indeed!
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