Life Unpacked

Okay, to be straight-forward I discovered how simply a poem expresses intense feelings in a condensed form! Being clueless about the modern Indian poetry scene, I picked up Ah! Poetry, hoping to get a good exposure to a new found interest i.e. poetry. Ah! Poetry is a book composed of pearls by different poets belonging to different races of life, but united by the passion of doing poetry.  Rarely do you come across a book of poetry by amateur poets!  Comprising over 170 poems, each page brings to you a different saga, re-invoking lost emotions, as if taking you back to that phase of your life and stirring within you a new zest. Most of the poems are loosely based upon and around the concept of love, which in my opinion is severely 'Bollywood-ish" and this is what I think of as a drawback. But again, there are poems on heart-touching and humanity conjuring topics too, for instance the one on 26/11 terrorist's attack on Mumbai named "Yesterday, you shot my Myna dead&

My drained soul and stressed muscles defines this tiring week (I braved somehow) for me. Yeah, college commenced on Wednesday and along with it, it brought the daily grind and train travelling during the peak hours. Aw! At this point of time I just want to crash on my bed and do nothing (I seriously mean doing nothing ). How strange is it; when the vacations are on I rant and whine about them way too much. And chalk up down-right outrageous plans to shoo away the boredom. But when the college begins, I crave for a few hours of stillness. Yeah, they are true when they say "Perfection is a myth"; we keep thinking life will turn up to be perfect when this particular goal is met but then all of sudden another matter disturbs the equilibrium of life and you are left amid wondering how things went awry. Oh man! I'm dead tired, can't go on anymore.  By the way, what I absolutely love about this season is the beautiful sky composed by clouds of spectacular patterns.

Eventually it rained, it felt like I spent forever in its anticipation. You know, how much I abhor summers and now after the rainy season has finally knocked on Mumbai's door, I'm in a state of pure bliss. The gloomy sky, the exquisite fragrance of wet earth and drops of water from above, never fails to lift my levels of joy. And of late, my poetic side too has surfaced! Yeah, I do enjoy reading poetry but doing it is a different ball-game altogether. I ended up writing one more: Let it rain, so that the drops from heaven leaves my soul drenched. Let it rain, so that the undying thirst gets quenched. Let it rain, so that the parched land revives. Let it rain, so that the nature thrives. I dedicate this one to this season's first rain and the environment day. Um, I know I'm asking for it again but can you please point out the shortcomings? Thank You.

I generally don't write poems, but today after reading one on a friend's blog I felt terribly inspired. Hence, I wrote this one: Its been too long, That I forgot your face, The one which was with me in every race. Its been too long, That I forgot the weather, The one in which we sang together. Its been too long, That I forgot your ways, The one which used to brighten up my days. Its been too long, That people say I should forget you, The one who filled my life with myriad hues. Well, as this is my first (or second, if you count the poem I scribbled on a blank page during my English lecture in sheer boredom). It would be awesome if you, after reading these verses, get into a critic-mode and point out all the flaws. Thank You.