In Sulekha, the site where I blog, when a Blogger, posted an exclusive kind of UK advertisement for publishing (in poetry), I was so amazed with its unique pattern that it felt quite challenging to write a similar kind. Of course poetry is no rocket science. Even if it was, since we cannot aim to seek a career in NASA, the least we can try is to launch a literary missile through the science of verse :-}
The entire poem is in two parts. Where the first part ends, the second immediately begins. The tricky part however is that the lines have a mirror effect (they are exactly the same) but in the second part they have to be read backwards. Needless to say, even the reverse reading has to make sense ;-}
The theme of this poem is as old as rhyme. It is about ‘writing’.
I write
I think
Therefore
I cannot not but brush my thoughts
And to daub the world with brighter hues
I cannot just but mull
I also try to touch
the pulse of mankind
with the fingers of my soul
I try to hear
the silence of peace
in the combat bells that toll
I try to smell
the perfumed fragrance of love
in the stench of hatred’s scent
I try to see
the magic of reason
in the warped face of nonsense
I also try to taste
the hunger and the strife
in the delicious flavours of life
Therefore
like a wheel within a wheel
when all my senses reel
I cannot not but feel
Famished
Now folks, here's the same poem but in reverse gear....:-}
Famished
I cannot not but feel
when all my senses reel
like a wheel within a wheel
Therefore
in the delicious flavours of life
the hunger and the strife
I also try to taste
in the warped face of nonsense
the magic of reason
I try to see
In the stench of hatred’s scent
the perfumed fragrance of love
I try to smell
in the combat bells that toll
the silence of peace
I try to hear
with the fingers of my soul
the pulse of mankind
I also try to touch
I cannot just but mull
And to daub the world with brighter hues
I cannot not but brush my thoughts
Therefore
I think
I write :-}
(originally posted in sulekha.com)
2 comments:
I realised it is not rocket science after sometime.
upar neechay,
upar neechay,
scroll up
scroll down
twenty times
It's simple!!!!
& Now my comments in reverse:
It's simple!!!!
Twenty times
Scroll down
scroll up
neechay upar
neechay upar
I realised its not rocket science after sometime.
On a serious note I must say you spend a long time with words and thoughts. there was another poem (probably a year back) that had some shape to it. that was also good. I will scroll down and catch up with that poem also.
You got to be Well Versed to understand this!
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