Not all silences are peaceful
Not every solitude is calm
Not every clinched fist holds a secret
Sometimes, it's only an empty palm.
The enigma of some smiles is but a hidden night
The spark of some eyes but a hidden tear
Not every tragedy is a perfect ruin
Sometimes, it's only an empty fear.
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very true...not everything's a perfect black or white...
and in a large picture when everything seems to merge and blend into everything else, its all grey!
grey...a perfect shade..so eligantly it blends with the mixture of calmness..solitude..
The enigma of some smiles is but a hidden night
so powerful..moved every single cell of my body..
The sparkle of some eyes but a hidden tear
awesome, each of your line is so profound that i cannot do anything but admire, how much you have said in so little space. rage and tears are always accompanied by unabated flow of undisguised emotions (with silence or without), i love them for the reason that both of them cant endorse guile (mock anger and crocodile tears are certainly not that difficult to discern )and you get to see the true person.
PS - can we write sad poems when we are happy, in good mood or have ample reasons to smile ??
[vbansal, dreamcatcher]
Right. And thus, everything is not what it appears like...joys can have sorrows and tears can have happiness inside them. If this world and all that happens in it was to be summed up in one colour, it would be grey.
[catalyst]
Actually on a re-read, even I like this poem now. :P
And you're right, there 're very few instances when emotions come out raw, unpainted and undisguised. It is then that the truth surprises you with the knowledge that its own very existence depends on the existence of lies.
Oops, did I get too complicated?
PS-You can. At least I'm very happy at the moment, though wasnt when i wrote this. But yeah perhaps u need sm kind of feeling of pain, if not as intense as the words, to act as the seed
ur poems are rocking day by day
i read the last one so many times!!
truth' existence depending on lies :D but dont we know it already, just trying to evade and ignore them, but when things go overboard it manifests itself in unbridled display of emotions and no option is left but to accept the eventuality of the lies coming to fore.
i know now what i wanted to, with you the queries should always be well disguised lest you might ban me for violation of your sacred zeroth commandment ;)
PS- can you post something lighter, i think my comments are getting boring and tedious. But such are the posts i donno anything else to comment :)
i mean since you admit you are happy now ;) you can put something lighter (no satirical humuor :P )
[neha]
thanks!!
[catalyst]
achha lemme try...sirf apke liye
:)
Not every tragedy is a perfect ruin
Sometimes, it's only an empty fear.
love it--
Dunno why,i simply love ur poems..they are in such simple words and hold great depths..Or rather i would say u analyze the everyday hits and misses if life in a beautiful and touchin way..
:)
I would agree with both catalyst and you. Sometimes we don't realise the hidden meanings in our own work, and when others point out to us, it makes us feel even more special!
In other news,
It is an exceptionally powerful poem. And thankfully, you feel so too (the ubiquitous "crap" label is missing!) I read the poem six times already (not joking). Even though lines 5 and 6 completely bounced off my lamentable poetic senses, there's so much truth in what you say! "Empty fear"... we experience it so many times. Clinched fists...sometimes empty palm...quite true..we do fear, feel distraught/excited about things that didn't deserve so much attention. Well done, Phoenix! *Pat pat* This is such a tacit, wise message...I'll surely take this one with me
[priysha]
Mohtarma, simplicity mein adbhut shakti hai!
[akshay]
The things I write and like are few, but the ones I do, I do, even if others find them crap. And vice versa. This one, when I wrote it I was in a different frame of mind, wrote it on a piece of paper and forgot it. I had the feeling it was incomplete. Later when I saw it, I felt it said all that it could and posted it. Now I like it.
thanks for all the pats waise.
I thought I kept it simple enough....still bounced off you :(
All that is gold does not glitter
Not those all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
That was JRR Tolkien in LOTR-FOTR
I liked the way you concluded a string of depressing thoughts with a message of hope.
Could understand the poem. Gray hazy foggy, can't see anything for sure.
[johney]
Memorable words indeed, by Gandalf the Grey.
[vik]
there is nthn depressin. all in the eyes of the beholder
[vibhav]
yeyy...these days if smbdy understands a poem of mine i become happy.
deafening silence is disastrous...
its a devastating or so I have found from time to time...
ah, you are wrong there, it was Bilbo the hobbit, who said that in praise to Aragorn. Yes, it does seems to originate from gandalf himself and Bilbo might have learnt it from him, but it is also likely that Bilbo was writing that for Aragorn with no plagiarism.
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
keep up the gud work---if given a choice between wordsworth's and your copmositions...i wud choose urs.cheers!!!
Not every tragedy is a perfect ruin
Sometimes, it's only an empty fear
Wow! i mean..i loved it! jus so curious to know what could be on anyone's mind to think tis way..ah! tis comment feels so liberatin to me..personally..thanks.:)
beautiful..thanx
[pricky]
True.some silences kill with their noise, n some days with their darkness.
[johney]
Actually I thought so initially too...but when I thought harder abt FOTR, I had a feeling these words were said by Gandalf in that letter for Frodo about Strider he had left at the inn at Bree.
Anyway, I could be wrong.
[azeem]
Well, good cant be called good if there were nothing bad. But hey, stop flattering me ok...ek to you disappear for days and months, then u surface and give me months worth of buttering...
[purple deepens]
Thanx. Think about it and it's smthng we all feel at sm point or the other. Things are often not as bad, or as good, as we make them to be. Perfect tragedies occur only in the romanticism of our minds, not in reality. It's slightly less dramatic, and thats why less cathartic...hence more painful.
[pooja]
:)
i would say beautiful
but then thats too sad.
Perhaps..depends on what you want to take out of it :)
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