Birds do not sing to me now...
Breeze does not whisper.....
No cloud cuddles me… Sun does not smile
Selene do not dress me in darkness,
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vow! indeed a great write and i can feel your agony. words ring in to my mind as if a reminder. i love the lines 'I no longer dance with rain Dewdrops do not quench my thirst I could not talk to the flower now That bloomed in all its mirth Sea makes no sound to me As it meet the shore Sky does not take me in its arm And mountains do not lure' thanks for sharing voted 10 love®ards surya
The writer's block and the underlying frustration so wonderfully poeticised.
Beautiful creation fueled by frustration! I know exactly what state you were in when you penned down this poem. I have experienced it too. Sometimes we feel that we are just surviving! I feel that the most befitting title for this poem is 'I am not myself anymore.' By now I think that you must have got over it. Come what might never give up your beautiful craft and whatever you feel about yourself, never destroy your poetic creations. They are a masterpiece. I am saying this because I have seen most artists destroying their creations doubting their worthiness. Let me repeat it once more... You are a blessed poet. A sweet 10.
you lines mesmerise me, with such lovely poem to you credit you can surely claim the title of a poet
you are a poet...and you would continue to be so...beautiful piece Aparna...i am able to listen to the sound of your streaming words down the mount of imagination there...thanks...10
Off-course you are a poet. the poem itself is the proof. keep writing.! ! ! ! !
YOU ARE AN INBORN POET. I DEDICATE IT TO YOUR POETIC QUALITY: YOU ARE THE POET OF POETS YOU REMEMBER ME JOHN KEATS YOUR FRUSTATION MAKES YOU GENIUS YOU ARE A TRUE POET TO US. YOU ARE NOT THE JUDGE OF YOURSELF ONE CAN'T PROPERLY JUDGE ONESELF. YOU ARE THE BUDDING POET WITH QUALITY WE BOW DOWN HEAD WITH DIGNITY. YOU WRITE POEM AT THE CORE OF YOUR HEART, YOUR POEM ENSLAVES OUR HEART.
a lovely song...saying indirectly...bringing out the virtues of a good poet...a good poet relates to everything...very well done...10
Wow! ! What a Poem. Melancholy galore with gloss and glitter to move breast. Ten+ dr. sakti
A beautifully written piece encapsulating perfectly why we are driven to put our thoughts on paper. A perfect 10.
i cant stop myself reading dis poem again n again...................
Nothing around you interests you....you say 'I'm not a poet anymore'..is that true..? I say, you are a clever poet
But that exactly explains WHY you are a poet. No use denying. Cheers. Subroto
Only a lovely poet could have written such a remarkable piece.
hey Aparna who said you are not a poet! YOU ARE A N WOW POET! ! 10+
Oh such a terrible loss of time so far - for me and for poemhunter. If her words are so powerful even when she feels she is not a poet anymore, I wonder how much of poetry we would have missed to record when she was One :) Great write dear.
Words can paint beautiful pictures of anything.A poet is an artist of words.You're a poet! ! !
Simple English sentence. (subject, verb, object of verb.) * (noun/verb/noun) in that order. Looking another way,1st person " I" that's subject. Verbs: action/ Objects of are things Great poem by the way. But it need wok of the English. It must sound great in the native language of your country. The translation needs work even in the use of poetic devices as forms of figurative use of language to turn the phrasing, . a poet friend RH Peat