The heart says one thing,
the mind says another.
Why can't I listen to one,
while happily ignoring the other?
Is this why I was born,
just to see myself being torn?
This pain is so unbearable,
catching you when most vulnerable.
I wish I could simply decide,
I wish I could otherwise hide.
But as long as I am here,
this I should always fear.
To do or not to do and
To be or not to be?
These I am trying to answer,
and I can not go any farther.
When did you turn a poet ra nayana?
ReplyDeleteI always try to be someone I think might be impossible to be. But when it comes to poems, they don't flow from the mind, they flow from the heart. So, it can't be done at will. The circumstances have to be right, no?
ReplyDeleteIts a great poem.It must be your first poem.
ReplyDeleteBeing social,we are all emotional.
As you said the emotional reaction to the circumstances wakes up the poet inside us. For that matter, thats how kalidasa born.
Well, it IS my first POEM, unless you count the one about poems themselves, which, now that I think about it, didn't come from the heart, but from the use of roundabout logic and a desire to produce rhyme.
ReplyDeleteKalidasa's wiki page is where I am going next :)