Hey everyone. This time we bring to you a poem that we wrote amidst conversing. In an easier way poem with a person. Just have a companion who shares with you the knack for poetry ( or wants to write poetry), and bring about a conversation in poetry. the conversation can be in depth on life, love, friendship or basically anything. We two found it is a great way to practise and and get in line with ‘poetic language’. Our first attempt wasn’t easy. Check this out.
Kunjal: Life,my life is smattered into colours of red and hue,
Red is not inspiring, hue of prolonging darkness,
I don’t know what to do.
Khushi :At least in life u have colours by your side,
My life is dull and gray
Better a prolonging darkness
Than the melancholy at the bay
Kunjal It seems you ‘re confused,
Riddled by emotions, you can’t seem to etch,
What you feel in parchments of white,
The truth, is still crushed inside,
You are not letting it out pure and right.
Pity, at least I know I am falling,
I know I aint trying,
I know I am falling, without calling.
Khushi: Confusion is but a fleeting dream
I have started to fall in love with chaos
At least I know it will pay ear to my screams
When the world is trying to ignore me
As I see dreams of breaking free in doss
Kunjal: Your misery is nowhere near mine then,
I shall bid you a good bye,
I am searching for the lovely souls,
Who are just slipping down the slope
It’s a good slip though,
I don’t have to try and cry
To people who can’t listen to me,
To people who won’t
But at least i hope to find,
Khushi: Goodbye is a strong word isn’t it?
How easy it is for people to part
When you say you wanna find likeminds
You ignore that each one of us is worlds apart
What is life? What are likeminds?
There is no likeness in Mankind,
There’s only disturbance and difference
Kunjal: What i mean by likeminds,
Is people who have been labelled,
By the same “chaos”
You have fallen in love with it.
Khushi: Ah! The chaos
Yes People have been labelled I agree
But what you forget to see
Is that every person has a different chaos
There’s A different storm in each cup of tea.
Kunjal: I shall tell you one more pick aint i?
You are interpreting it all wrong,
That is what people of the dreamland do,
Guard them from their own wrong.
Khushi: No interpretation is wrong my friend
Its a symbol of the difference
That every person has their own thoughts ,
Every person his own way of existence
Kunjal: I hope i dont hurt you by saying this,
However you are already getting hurt and pinched.
It is not the thoughts we see, the actions we do
Then tell your own people to do what they think.
Khushi: Don’t worry I dont get hurt anymore
The world has done this to me
Made me learn to be strong
As they silence all my roars
I agree what you say is right
And let’s not talk about the conflicts
All it does is start a fight
Kunjal: The world,hah what a joke.
It has taught me differently, sorry to say.
Taught me that those who slip away,
Aint have a chance to find their way.
So, I am doing as they say.
Khushi: oh well my friend I am a rebel,
I don;t run or slip away
Its just now being inviolable has become my song
Kunjal: Dear, you aren’t not a chance,
It is me who is and I aint to stop it.
You just found love for your misery,
And I just found hate.
It is simple isn’t it?
Hah you can never win,
And I ain’t eager to continue.
This world can’t listen the feeble argument of the weak,
Here it is you.
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So, how do you feel about this exercise. would be happy to know below. Ours was not a perfect attempt. But it was enjoyable and fun along with learning. So find a companion and do poetry writing with them. A convo for a start?
I will feel afraid, yes, stepping into the new, knowing that they won’t be there to caress my head all the time if I stumble and grapple to stand uptight, as I take the step. But deep down I realise that I need to detach to learn and live. It will be a testimony. That is the hardest part, and well that is the absolute training...