Our thesis of Poetry

In the beginning,it was induced by rhymes

plane and empty as the contemporary

with a incessant drop of transparency

wrapped in the clarity of thoughts,not emotions

Before the grey sky of elation glowed.

Like writing verses for the realm

In the transcendental taste of life

I explore aroma of admiration, 

the modesty of the  rhythmic tones,

the prelusion of exhilarated love.

In the smooth  articulation of our complexion

I embrace the genre of wisdom,

the unremitting multiple forms

of pride and vehemence

in the subtle variations of diligence.

 

My muse is my sewing machine

from what I tailor my finest emotions

into the crude language of my subjective hinges

I embroider them with metaphysical attributes

A reworking of the text of our artistry.

The one poetic soul, that breeds in a poetic terrene

who redefines life in plains of imagination

uttering the impossible, in the gentle voice of literature

Whispering in the corners of sudden embraces

A blueprint to the thesis of the soul's obligations.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

it seems that the tailor is lin loves with evey conceivable, sensory and philosophical aspect of life, really good work

[Manpreet]

Nice to know where all it is coming from :) !!! Nice Poem~!!!

[InsanityWriter]

Nice, it flows well. (:

[patricia]

this makes me think of someone who begins to specialise in his or her chosen field, it looks deeper at the beauty of things and articulates cleverly the finer points. Loved it.

[MOON]

Lovely, great word choice , poetry and literature to partake in the word science, tailored to effect.

[beautiful dreamer]

i liked it, had to read it with a dictionary, great intelligent write when beautiful has to that! keep up the good work!

[quinfinn]

well thought out and nicely worded write here, with some very clever metaphor. this should garner a lot a attention among your writerscafe friends. well done.

[Dayran]

Well put Bal. Poetry helps us to make music of the passions and to view life as a symphony. A plough would simply have been an instrument of work but its poetry turns it into the hand of god that turns our life over for us to live it afresh.

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, the history of poetry itself expressed directly with lines of intelligent diction: a need to express thoughts & emotions all the same. Or perhaps something more of a need; maybe a longing or obsession just a pint short of insanity? Who's to say? Food for thought.

[Inda]

This is fantastic, feels like a story through time, Love the end; often times we feel like we write because we must! Great piece!