Romantic apprehension on selection

On seeing the door closed,
there surface,about the insiders,
many notions and stands.


But,
how could she know?
there awaits,
behind the door,the timeless fathomless ocean
with love straits, unforeseen treasures.


She might have reserved ears
for a mere call
to pull apart the door.
But,
how a mute ocean call whistle?

Unless the hive of silence
dismantles on its own
a decision may live unborn.


But even if ship wrecks
and no rudder left,
got degenerated in to nothing
at least the rhymes of my cells
will attain her shore
struggling against
the cold, depth and the waves

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the hive of silence"
that is what I hear now...and there are just cold waves...I remember
calling her almost every day to see if she was okay...but seven years hence....that phone just keeps ringing, unanswered.
this is wispy, and hauntingly beautiful.
j.

[M P Ramesh]

Jec
Cases of remembrance and forgetting lies somewhere inside a land where this particular VIRUS named poetry houses it's bed.
Only a dispossed viwes it clearly , that's the point .
Mp

[Leo]

"Unless the hive of silence
dismantles on its own
a decision may live unborn."

Wow that brilliant especially this capturing masterpiece stanza! Well done !

Your reviews are gr8tly anticipated..

[M P Ramesh]

Leo
Time is the one which haunts a poet other than anything else.
It is this time he possesses and reconstruct which viewed by those who are not obsessed with poetry .There lies the difference .
Only another poet recognise it .
Mp

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Riveting poem. You've creatively stimulated the portrait of an ocean behind the door.i think you probably tried to struggle through waves to reach "her"..
"behind the door,the timeless fathomless ocean
with love straits, unforeseen treasures."

Excellent poetry!
Cheers...

[M P Ramesh]

tazeen,
Thanks for the passage you made inside the poetic arena...
such is the gift this particular poem developed in to its bag after the appearance in WC after a 20 years' of its origin....
yes from foreign tongue....
am delighted in its tryst with destiny


thanks and love
mp

[Tazeen Ahmed]

You're welcome!

[DIVYA]

Yes, poetry so heartfelt may touch her remote shores. The heart may be salvaged from the cold depths. Appreciated so much!

[M P Ramesh]

right,...
even after 20 years of its genesis if it stirs somewhere , I may NAME it a poetry. Then my approval for its publication has a relevance indeed.

I mark the writer as the first reader of the work.
without the approvsl that reader , the writer in me will never give a nod at all. That was the practice I held for the entire career of writer, of course a bit unfriendly indeed to the society and readers.
I recall Facault,
the novel will never die . The writer also. The reader may . No issue . The readers will come after generations for the genuine.
I don't know your language . But this is an experience. If you are from India then it has more relevance

thanks for the interception you made in the poem's course.
mp

[Moonie]

Beautiful poem! My favourite lines were:
"Unless the hive of silence
dismantles on its own
a decision may live unborn."

[M P Ramesh]

MFD,

choice is always of the readers.
writer disowns everything on completion.
he/she is always an outsider
loss is the gift awaits them


tks


rgds &love

mp

[Roshin]

Wooooaaahhhh It's as fresh as the morning breeze !! The last lines are too good !! High five !!

[M P Ramesh]

roshin,
your name has been confused. sorry.
its my pleasure if it still ignites somebody

mp

[Roshin]

It's all cool !! I have two names to go by :-)

[rajesh]

Good, Nice Poem...
I also like to start do Poem and improve my writing skill.. how cam do?

[M P Ramesh]

rajesh,
there is no other way than write..............write............write on........without hesitation. do not +seek any supervision. Do not fall in curse and belittening or in praise or in flattering or sidelining.

You will achieve if you have sincere fire inside. Otherwise dont run after mirage . Try to be critic and a good reader. Be the first editor of yours always .

hear the inner voice of criticism and start it afresh if necessary.

thanks friend for your sincere approach towards the work...

go on


mp

[rajesh]

Ya, I am doing this...can you please elaborate how can I do writing practice. means write on page, which fashion, watch and write etc.

[M P Ramesh]

Write as it comes and as it appears /born. Then try to read it. The requirements will get generated so naturally. Dont worry about style. It is inherent in the oracle you experience while you write. Means it will appear spontaneously. All other writings are fake . Leave it then and there. The discussion in WC about meter , etc are foolish and childish. All teachers dilemma about writing. And so they are for grammar. Poetry is against all grammar and beyond all demarcations.
mp

[rajesh]

Thanks your valuable solution

[APOORVA]

superb
i liked it, keep up friend

[M P Ramesh]

apoorva,

thanks for the soothing feelings exchnged. Even after 20 years and beyond , if IT can stir readers.......being writer am too satisfied for the painful moments I shared inside IT......
with much love .....mp

[APOORVA]

i do understand

[Swati Nayak]

Loved the hidden grace in your poem,sir.

[M P Ramesh]

Swathi,
Thanks for the intervention and I love to hear that you have touched the inner glaciers freely . A work attains its destiny through you like readers.

Regards

mp

[aLittlePain]

Smartly expressed piece. The metaphor beautifully consistent. Second to last stanza resonates and 'the rhymes of my cells' poetic! I enjoyed this. Regards Ray xo

[M P Ramesh]

ALP,
Thanks. Nice to hear that a work of 20 years old still have resonance like gravitational waves after BIG BANG, to stir inside you.
MP