A Wooden Door, A Metal Key Comments

'A building, some windows, my dreams.' An excellent poem where you have wonderfully described the idea. The last lines are valuable. Composition is powerful and melodious. Added 10 to it.

I loved this poem too. You're very good you know. Ruthy

Attractive title...tempted me to open it out... lovely indepth write, Rani...i love those windows...your Parisian dreams...10

Nicely expressed: depth, dichotomy and connection.

I liked - the way you have occasional rhymes but don't let them take over. I wasn't very happy about - 'corpus callosum', which I had to look up, and seems very technical for this poem. (Was HUM meant to rhyme with CALLOSUM? I hope not!) I was puzzled by - the plain door and the carved key, wondering what the significance of these details might be. I would love to know - what your 'two worlds' are. There is obviously a very good poem hiding here.

Every one hundred poems I read, only one maybe two touch me deeply this is one of them. Thank you.

We are all unique, inside our world we are but one, to walk in strange places I find rewarding, to meditate and walk we find we are part of the same Oneness (Param Atman) and we realise life is Now. Loved your metaphors, loved this poem, its flow was perfect. Bob

You have brought out Inner and outer spaces of life At one stage you dream At another stage you face the reality Both are very much parts of life. The concept of door and the lock which is in between the inner and outer Ohhh...wonderful separator... you brought out. Really good one... Thanks.

I love this 'a building, some window, my dreams'....windows and dreams are often tied together...great one

wonderful poem, i got strange feeling of liberation after reading it, as if i got some secret key and now i also can flee... Thank you for sharing, Rani

A very good poem Rani it makes one think and that is a good thing again well done

Agood write Rani the key to your writting is your imagry and growing talent love from the Morvan Chris 10

It would seem, dear Rani, that the left side of the door has lit up with the comings and goings of so many inventive lines. Use the key. Unlock the potential.