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Walking down the lane and talking to thee
You don’t realize what it’s going to be
Are you living by chance or choice?
Trail your spirit and answer the voice
Are you wondering, where to start?
Oh! Portray yourself in a house of mirage
Bringing to life the only flower
Let it ripe and gain some power
Like an elegant lady in the bar
Embellish it with all the stars
The reflection will please you in the start
But the truth still lies so far
Touch the water and feel the air
Think of what has led u here
Give it the time to develop and show
It’s the entire chimera growing on the floor
Treat it as an opportunity or a preference
Stay here or go back to realism
Where everything is an illusion!

Comments

Coming Back To Life said…
hi ter
shaveta deeds
first comment for u
wont say good n no flattering
but all i will say is ur thots are deep n good
u r a wonderful person to know
also since u ve written it, u have sense of art inside u
godbless u deeds
at d end, it was good....hehehe
Friday, January 11, 2008 12:17:00 PM
Sudharsan Narayanan said…
its nice, kinda reminds me of the song of Green Day "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and of Bob Dylan at other times. Still a very nice blog. I will bookmark it.
Friday, January 11, 2008 12:28:00 PM
MC said…
oieee,
its a nice piece of work!! the rhyming reminds me of school days wen v learnt poems wich rhymed and v were made to believ tht a poem is good only if it rhymes!!! but urs make sense too...good work!!
Saturday, January 12, 2008 12:03:00 PM
"da unconcious domain" said…
after a long time you have written a poem.... and a good one too of course!!
this one has all the rhyming words....

The poem talks of many things...
but nothing is parallel to each other....
they all intermingle in their own way...

u beautifully portrayed how to search for once self... then u ask em to go deeper into the imagination ask em to "touch the water feel the air" and then u leave him to his own imagination to grow "It’s the entire chimera growing on the floor" i simply loved this line of yours....

then in the end the source of power to the whole poem....

"Stay here or go back to realism
WHERE EVERYTHING IS AN ILLUSION!"
ie In the end you very deliberately tell the reader that the reality is actually, just another ILLUSION…..

Hehe…. Simply fantastic….
Saturday, January 12, 2008 1:53:00 PM
Jil Jil Ramamani said…
beautiful....you are what you say you are, you are what you project yourself to be, i loved the synonyms you hv used...:)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008 4:03:00 PM
Rohit Khetarpal said…
amazing... beautiful.. just like u :) jyada to nahi ho gaya :) really good re.. u r a legend in making.. great.. i dont have words...
chal ab thoda serious.. u r a creative poet filled with imagination...keep it up :)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008 5:39:00 PM
durjoy datta said…
beautifully written!!!!
loved your blog!
will be back for more...!
Saturday, January 19, 2008 8:23:00 PM
Mihir Pandya said…
Beautiful poem. Your poem or something in it reminds me an old piece of writing. Dr. harold pinter said this in his Nobel lecture 2 years ago. "When we look into a mirror we think the image that confronts us is accurate. But move a millimetre and the image changes. We are actually looking at a never-ending range of reflections. But sometimes a writer has to smash the mirror - for it is on the other side of that mirror that the truth stares at us." So it’s not all about ellusion. Something is more than that sometimes like death as Dr. pinter said.

Keep the good work going.
I liked it.
Thursday, January 24, 2008 1:24:00 PM
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