Why Love so Unfair? Those who can love And could find their halves Are fortunate Or so. Never they preach About oblivion they seek A soul mate on each bow. I, where careless tears shed To find a mere resolute, fade Into fanciful moisture_ Fumes of insecurity, Surreal Impasse lit it, Although for an emotional furniture! In vain I Cry For a thousand try, To love in back of what! With a face like Othello, In just Shakespeare, it’s mellow For Desdemona to spare a- ‘but!’. Hope is lulling And Age is calling, The seeker is a fake; Love is all, In it you fall Without a result to make. Just like this, My fellows beseech And Imagination of their own. It’s fatally rude For me to be crude! And state what is already known! Background - "A faded oil paint, considered an abstract, portrays the unpredictable love" The narration here is a normal guy, he just likes to state something that we already know. But the twist lies in his dialect, the imageries he used, and the comparison he detai...
Patience
It is a gift of Bliss to have patience,
A prolific symbol over a sordid Strive;
Though in motion we live, in stillness We breathe,
A foreboding loss of vehemence and pride.
A thing we sought, in a life of need_
Where people stray to find;
It is Wait, the patience of uncertain joy
That gives us a peace of mind.
For Beauty we worship,
Even the incapability of our hold,
Still, for being ugly can we disown
The distinction of pure Gold?
There begins the drama of life,
All emotions got a role to play;
A knight called sadness slays the king,
Happiness by name or it may!
The play moves to Act V,
Where we wait for the End;
A climax is the last thing,
Believe me, even I would faint!
Bless thee! For Patience,
The audience kept their seats;
It enriches the manacles of
Seekers at their forsaken forfeit!
For what we wait in oblivion of life,
All pangs and sorrows, answer me!
Don’t be dumb to swear the name,
Almighty knew who he is_
He kept us alive, he makes us to believe
In tomorrow where we rise;
To face a new day, of
A replica of infinite sighs.
By this, I will take my leave,
Be sure to understand;
In this world, it is Patience who plays,
Nothing is more to be Grand!
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| Background - "An abstract of colours that represents the notion of being Patience" |
- Today I wrote about patience, the thing I lack the most. Whenever I wrote a poem or send a piece for publication, I literally lose myself in a sense of hurry of expectations; I know it doesn't help to subside my anxiety but I feel more relaxed when I had to wait a long for my success to come. And yes that's when being patient finally pays off.
- If you have gone through the poem minutely, you will understand I used several metaphors and similes to explain the weight of 'Patience' in our life. And I hope, each one of them is in accord with the sense I paint up in my mind. They clearly served my purpose in decoding the word and its effects on human lives.
- I think the scenario where I brought in the example of a play into this poem, sketches a peculiar method of comparison that foreshadows the degree of 'Patience' with juxtapositioning of climax-scene in the play. I personally believe it to be bogus although it's a far-fetched one.
- Obviously, it's a free-verse(incomplete Ballad) with some ringing couplets but there is a primordial essence between lines that carries the rhythm of the poem.
- Everyone who likes to read poetry will catch up with the inner beauty of this poem. They even can relate to it. I have a great expectation concerning the success of this poem. (Yes to be true, I am Impatient here ^_^)
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