I stare into the void,
Reviving the sweet memories shrouded from the world.
An ocean of turbulent thoughts inside me,
Betrays the tranquility so displayed.
But into that void,
Is a pair of eyes,
giving a penetrating look that feels like a slap.
Back into the material world, it dawns upon me that;
Even the mind has its own way,
to make you forget the obscure archives,
where you had stacked those shreds of yourself,
once you discard them to get over it.
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‘What is this?’ must be your question.
No rhymes….no specific pattern…. Nothing.
Actually I’ve never done poetry. And these words just came to my mind out of the blue when i was….(staring blankly at the walls ππ)
Thanks for reading and please do share with me your valuable feedback.
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Hi! Nomination for you. http://wp.me/p7PDY0-Y5
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Thank you Riya π
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I read it twice to understand it completely. Well written π
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Thank you so much. I just hope that the words make sense π
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Nominated you π
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You write well.
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Thank you π
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Even Iβve never tried writing poetry but you did a very fine job in your first attempt. Keep writing. π
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Thank you so much π
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Beautiful!! This is known as a blank verse. Even though it has no rhyming words, it has a nice poetic rhythm to it. I’ve always felt that blank verses are more difficult to write than regular poems. Would like to read more such ones! Great job!
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Thank you so much π
I don’t know much about poetry. And this one was not even framed. The words just happened to come somehow in the dark and silence of the night π
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You’re a natural poet, then! Keep writing
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I am no poet but I feel as long as it is meaningful, it can be labelled as a poem. π Even I have written a few of these kinds – no rhyme no pattern, and I have tagged it under poems ππ
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Sometimes thoughts just occur to us out of the Blue, and it feels wonderful.βΊ
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Exactly. π Feelings and words matter, not the way we choose to write it.
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