Bookmark Comments

''Burried in the pages, I struggle to breathe; Sticking my neck out half dead; From my grave a chapter half read''. Nicely composed poem. Thanks for sharing

very interesting piece. nicely penned.10+

This poem is filled to the brim with emotion. Your use of language is commendable. The reader goes in many directions with your wonderful metaphore. Loved it, Nikunj. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

Your love of language shines through in this poem, especially with the effective use of internal rhyme. I really like the extended metaphor - you've make really good use of the term: buried in a book! S :)

The Underlined words are caged birds let them fly Beautifully written. Excellent thought.10++++

An interesting poem! I was wondering if we culd have a 'bookmark' like thing in our life, where we could get back to continue from where we had left off! Alas! Time flies! Thanks for sharing! -Raj

I like the opening 'buried in the pages, I struggle to breathe; sticking my neck out half dead, from my grave a chapter half read'. A book mark is a subject I have not come across in poetry, but my bookmark always sticks it neck out, and sometimes dies when I forget about it and don't finish the book. Interesting images pop up in the poem and your imagination has taken me on a journey with the bookmark. Karin Anderson

As a forgotten friend I carry memories under the patterns of dust. pressed as leaf under a boulder crying out; for someone who moved on I understand how one can relate to Bookmark...its meanings are multifold and its upto the reader what meanings he/she associates with it. I loved the above lines because it says something for me. 19th August,2009 London

Nikunj ===> the opening down to this line is great. then there is some bookmark issues. memories on my crust; ===> crust of what? related it to books or bookmark in some way. Under the patterns of dust. ===> good line disappearing behind the shifting dunes ===> I missing something; how does dunes relate to bookmarks or books. find a better word crying out; for someone who moved on ===> good concept in these two lines. I can see the bookmark feeling this. Retrace your steps ===> this is good, this is the shift in the poem from bookmark to reader. Open the dust laden pages ===> reiteration of dust, either tie the two together in some way or get a better word. Look into my eyes ===> do book marks have eyes? bent flap, tattered edge, torn paper, creased body. Sparks aren't dead yet ===> again how do sparks relate? If the bookmark has a characteristic let it not be worn away. Something that is connected to either the bookmark or the place within in the book that is marked. Chapter 10 isn't dead yet. it waits for your eyes. I've saved this place in sequence just for you, yet I am forever marked here in the passing days, months. rediscover my intent, Find me squeeze in here to remind you. Let me know if you still need this mark held within your book. let's pick up where we left off, Let's start once again. Open your book and find me where you left me so long ago. Find the words you haven't yet discovered. I hold a secret behind my back. Bring what I've saved for you to the forefront. let me release what you have longed for. Let me offer you the unknown that I've held for you. Open the present and release the illuminated pages. Listen to the unspoken behind me. The Underlined words (are) caged birds Time shall tell For whom (cw) the bookmark tolls (a) bell? ===> This is a cliche' and besides being a lot like a line from someone else's poem. No man is an island. It tolls for thee. In the body of a poem that was a parody maybe, but as the closing on a bookmark poem. Well it's kind of iffy-jiffy. A lot more could be done with this lovely metaphor. Just Noodle-doodling with it I came ups with a lot of concepts and many different ways to push the content. a poet friend RH Peat

great metaphor Nikunj, very dexterously handled- a poignant message those forgotten bookmarks, incompletely read books, dust laden reminds, me of firends lost on the way, cobwebs in the mind that blur the view and perception. its a very lovely poem, reaches out and stirs some memories... Mamta

Yes this is tighter though it has lost some of its natural 'wildness'. A good poem in any case. H

Second stanza I would like to see another word added before rage, like fiery or whatever, I think it may need it for effect on the entire symphony. Please consider. The poem is very well done and has both substance and presentation, it speaks to the reader with a hint of preaching and indignation, just right. Pleasant read. H

A very poignant message… well done!

'The lessons unlearned Folded pages Underlined words Or caged birds Time shall tell For whom did the bookmark toll the bell'..if we open the bookshelf of our mind and unlock the lessons unlearned, it is not unlearned anymore...

Ah yes, I guess we're all guilty of that from time to time. If only bookmarkers could talk. Those unread pages are kind of sad, and the bookmark would love to tell us so! Excellent write! Warm Wishes, Marilyn

The idea is expressed profusely with good usage of words but incidently, the poem starts with the theme resembling one of the famous poems titled 'Book Mark' by Naseer Ahmed Nasir written just over two decades. The translation of that poem is also present on this site and you must read it too. It is also displayed in the Shitao's Photostream. Fortunately enough Naseer Ahmed Nasir is my father.

This is very good imagery - used in the best possible taste and thought through with skill - - fine verse....10 from Fay...

very nice poem..to read thank you for sharing it..iip

very eloquently written indeed...... impressive...10

HNikunj this poem of u rs is wonderful. A very different topic. And moreover very well written.