Saturday, 25 July 2009
God, The Omnipresent
I know I can't write poetry,
When I start thinking.
My thoughts don't rouse the poet in me.
My love for poetry does it.
Many an hour have I spent making futile efforts,
To summon the poet within.
I had no clue about him,
About his abode as well.
I sought him exhausting my intellect,
I employed logic to detect him,
He remained elusive as always.
By hook or crook I wanted to know him.
My deceptive ways failed to show him.
I dropped my vanity.
I lost my sanity.
I pondered his presence in absolute serenity.
I cried to see him.
I died to feel him.
I pleaded him that I needed him.
I discovered that I was in love with him.
Silencing my intellect,
I offered oodles of love to him.
I found him,
I went around him.
My love! My soul!
Without you I'm not whole.
The god in me is that poet.
Holding his hand I'll sing many a duet.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT
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2 comments:
Thanks for your comment anna. Well I wrote in such a way because I strongly feel that God, love and arts are interlinked. That's the main reason I tried to express my 'love' for 'god', in the form of a 'poet'. :)
My thoughts don't rouse the poet in me.
My love for poetry does it.
Love these lines!!!
and the rest of the poem too!!
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