Today as I sat seeing the “Dead Poet’s Society”, I wondered that how beautiful poetry was. How we could convey so much through those few lines : sadness, mirth, courage, hope, fear, love, respect..anything! About the movie : It’s one of the best. So well made, well acted, well shot. It has everything. I actually cried seeing it after a long long time and let me tell you that my lachrymose glands are highly inactive. Anyway!
I started appreciating poetry after I did a course on English Literature. Until that it had eluded me for a long time except for a few special ones. I feel so full of desire to read and write poetry after watching the movie that I created two poems at the spur of the moment and I am writing one of it here :
I have not named it because I do not know what to call it. Here goes…
As I sat to write a poem
words eluded me, thoughts flew away!
Blank pages stared, drying ink screamed to me,
“U can’t”! Put us away!
“I can’t”…”thats true”… i thought,
But somehow knew it was not.
“Cannot” was not my word
Yet how often did it get heard?
Why? Why? Why should this be?
Perhaps, I allowed this way to be
Where is the courage? The grit, the gumption?
Where is the fight…Against the wrong assumption?
I understand now that the power which lay
inside of us would release, if we may!
And so I do…
The poem I write…
It may not be a star..
It may not be bright…
But write I do…
Where are now the blank pages?
Where is now the drying ink?
I write on former with the latter
Using my words as a ladder
To go high and soar
Coz I am not afraid anymore!!!
Thanks be to you all! 🙂