A Poem
A propelling word, and then a few lines,
Spurting compelling thoughts in my mind;
I first mark them down at the nick of time,
Lest they involuntarily leave me behind…
These lines delve into a maze of thoughts,
That chase unconscious unravelled tracks:
I now let myself get lost in their troughs,
They lead in my core to veiled grasslands.
I’m surprised by the intricacy of my soul,
Whose thoughts I unconsciously abhorred.
Yet it was that momentous fleeing thought,
That has led me to myself – otherwise lost.
From deep within the fissures of my mind,
A well of experience, emotions; wisdom arises:
Infusing repertoire of words, language imbibed,
A poignant, myriad kaleidoscope I inscribe.
One Of My Poetry Initiatives:
The link of the Hindu coverage of “Poetic License – an evening Of Words”: http://m.thehindu.com/features/metroplus/an-evening-of-poetry/article7264768.ece/
The New Indian Express coverage of the poetry event on Friday: http://www.newindianexpress.com/cities/chennai/Once-Upon-a-Rhyme-at-Amethyst/2015/06/01/article2842654.ece
Pictures of the “Poetic License event” : https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10153424792644974.1073742029.614624973&type=1&l=e7f91a2e15
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