I can smell a fragrance as well as you
or touch a petal as all else do,
but what I still can’t figure out
is why people forget that I can feel too!
I can sense when the sky turns dark
and picture the sun’s fiery hue,
yet they say my sense has worn out
and forget again that I can feel too.
I can hear the chirping morning birds
or relish a tasty steaming stew.
But when among others, I stand out
for perhaps it’s untrue, that I can feel too.
I can touch your heart and mind alike
for which I need no worldly cue;
only my inner eyes, just they
who still think that I can feel too.
I am wild, I know for sure,
yet for me, out of the blue
there are flashes of enchanting light
that make me feel that I can feel too.
This is one of my latest and heartfelt poems. I would like you to tell me how you interpret it, what images it brings to your mind, because that is important for my development as a poet - as a communicator of my ideas.
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hail goel
(this time for all good reasons - no sarcasm)
I would like to bring it to your notice that i read this poem of yours on poetry.com
Abhi, i really dont understand good poetry. It takes a very 'solid' effort for me to form some idea or a conclusion of a given line. I really need to think of a line in a milliom ways, before i form a satisfying answer to the questions it puts up.
Thus, poetry as an art is something that i dont 'love'.
More than appreciation for the poetry, i find good poems good because they are a congregation of some big words, put up in the most unique order.
Now, i would want you to explain me in great detail of what you were feeling while writing it out.
Lets see if poets really think so deeply, as we think they do and thus busy ourselves in the act of comprehending things or are these just simple flow of words, which amuse the poet.
oh abhi. great, simply great. i mean great poetry, great layout, great change. well, though i really do not think i understand poetry thas much as i should, but whatever i understood, i really feel its good.
and the layout is gr8 mann. i mean it has something about it, very indian (like u), very subtle, very suave... i mean i really lliked ur blog. i have seen meny blogs but this one is something hatke.
anyway (here i use it again), i think i have been far too nice to u and ur blog though i didnt want ot sound so nicecoz i have my doubts whether u deserve it or not. but a really nice attempt. both ur poetry and the new layout.
Thanks matrix that's really sweet.
this is unfair goel
i asked something and all you do is answer to matrix's flattery, which, you know will yield nothing. I asked something "that will develop your poetic instincts".
Where art thou, brother?
Will keep waiting.
Bye
what do u mean by flattery which wud yeild nothing? i said wat i felt. if i am flattered then i am flattered. and every person whether u admit or not feels good and in turn gives god output when encouraged or "flattered" or whatever. anyway i'm sorry if u felt bad. i guess some ppl are better off as they are and quite, well, incorrigible.
ok, sorry jyot, didn't have the time to type in a long comment.
now, Lets see if poets really think so deeply, as we think they do and thus busy ourselves in the act of comprehending things or are these just simple flow of words, which amuse the poet.
This is a very well thought out and put sentence. It seems you've been wondering about it lately. So I'd like to answer this first. It is true (at least in my case) that when a poem is written, the poet doesn't think too broadly about it, he has one line of thought and one stream of words which are associated together to form a literary piece. And sometimes, the poet doesn't even intend to give it a very in-depth meaning. But I derive pleasure in the process of other people trying to make head and tail out of my poems.
Now abt the poem. Well, I've written it from the eyes of a blind man who's being ill-treated in a bad world of indifferent people. He's considered a dead blob of mass floating around, or given too much sympathy and pity, which he dislikes. It's his effort to tell everyone that he can do everything else that a normal human can do and apart from that do some things which even they can't. While explaining to everyone his condition, he comes to a point where he is forced to rethink, whether he actually can feel or not, but his doubts vanish because of his inner eyes, and the flashes of thought and images that he sees even without the physical ability to see (the ones we ignore in comparison with the world we see).
You certainly have the poer to express through imagery. While expression was subtle, I also got a felt this was the expression of a vision impaired. On further thought it pobably is every individuals voice whose feelings are lost in the practical world.
Great work and very well expressed...keep writing!
you have reached the heights of composition here. believe me i have read a real real lot and heard a lot of pots too. you are very promising ..take care that you dont lose this in your daily, paltry grind
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