The first poem written by me was in the 10th grade when I was about 14-15. I didn't write poetry after that for the next four years. However, one evening I decided to write a poem and it did actually come out as poetry! That night, I got into this poetic frenzy and wrote around 23 poems. Poems emanated from midnight to 6 am and from 8 am to 11 am. My stepmom thought that I had gone crazy.I could even speak poetry! And not just abab rhymes but different forms. I had drunk the milk of Paradise.
A few months later I tore most of them. Only three left were from that night; that too accidentally because they were not in the notebook I tore. I tore them out of guilt because I thought that I had written them because I wanted to get popular and all rather than having people appreciate my heart. Fortunately the best poem I wrote that night is still 'extant'(The Struggle). I then got into depression and didn't write a single poem for a year.Quite a lot were written after that and somehow they are better than before(hopefully).
A few months later I tore most of them. Only three left were from that night; that too accidentally because they were not in the notebook I tore. I tore them out of guilt because I thought that I had written them because I wanted to get popular and all rather than having people appreciate my heart. Fortunately the best poem I wrote that night is still 'extant'(The Struggle). I then got into depression and didn't write a single poem for a year.Quite a lot were written after that and somehow they are better than before(hopefully).
- Last seen on Oct 29 2:01 AM. Member since May 8, 2004.
- I'm a onyx dragon poet for 823 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Poetry emanates from respiratory problems.".
- I am a 27 year old guy (India)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student.
- Visit my homepage at amodernmicawber.blogspot.com/
- I have 823 comments, 3 columns, 44 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
-
you swayed so well
and your suit of armour of a piecemeal nature,15 lines, June 21, 2008 -
Wrinkled lion
In blurry recesses of trodden sand and fast flowing ebb17 lines, 2 comments, February 24, 2008 -
20 lines, 1 comment, February 22, 2008. In Adult
My Stories
-
978 lines, 1 comment, August 13, 2006. In 600-2000 words
-
The black Mercedes is wading through the street. Wading because the air is not air anymore- it is an apple pie which has intermittent fits. One day, we went out to this elite f352 lines, 3 comments, August 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
Guest Book
1 - 4 of 13
Show all
-
shamik on August 16, 2005nothing artistic on my author page...just a collection of quotes, thoughts and musings.
-
IamMEg on August 16, 2005Interesting ... but quite long. Is this actually poetry or an artistic collection of quotes, thoughts, and musings? Regardless, thank you for sharing it with us!
-
Terry-too on July 29, 2005I enjoyed a visit to your home page and thought I'd tell you I was here--A thoughtful place, with a certain calm I like to see. Before I go, I want to read that column. It piqued my curiosity.
(Noticed peaked in there somewhere. Check it out?)
Terry -
adorable yeti on June 20, 2005hii... I luv good will hunting...
