The pen’s lip touched the page of my notebook-
I caressed the black keys of my computer-
A poem was supposed to be written,
Given birth to, made alive….
But alas!
Poetry failed me-
And life became prosaic.
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not evertime will the poetry fail you... never call it an unsuccessful attempt... HAPPY BLOGGING
thank u, mr vasudevan.. ur comments have been truly inspiring.
I am really fascinated with your varied thoughts.hwo do you do it?Is it as and when things coming to your mind,you write it down or you wait for end of day..
no, i don't wait for the end of the day.. whenever i feel i should write down my thoughts i jot them down.... my poems are all lived by me.. so they are part of my life.... :)
this is a short and sweet one. it is, in my opinion, not as sad as some of the others you have written. and it has definitely brought in a change of theme and a change in the leitmotif.
that's good..do you wrtie in bengali too?
i used to write in bengali... but now i have stopped, though for no good reason....
That's good as well as bad..good because you used to write and bad as you no longer write..If you don't mind will you share some of your literary gems with me..
1st let me borrow a bit of space from the page where ur 'friends'are meant to scribble for u,for ur very own personal thoughts...as i cann't stop myself from writing the following...
this is really a very different kind of a page of urs...that i have come across until now in blogspot...
though i am not a very philosophical kind of a person...but still found ur blog to be something that i can comprehend in my way & does not challenge my poetic soul...
thanks a lot.... mr.ghosh... the words were inspiring....
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