The intoxication within is powerful enough to infuse my pen with the darkest of tales to tell,
my heart is surreptitious at times,hiding even the lamest of smiles,
as I write,the emotions open up like blooming of blue-bells,now I know what all troubled me,
The white sheet was dark before my ink decorated it with my diverse butterflies;
The sheet is adorned not with dust but with cuts of heart,
as I write,I learn the truth..
and so my pen does not halts,
I write..and write.
If it is soil,I can hold it till that moment,untill it falls completely out of my hand,leaving my palm empty-handed..for I know that soil shall make it way out.The remains shall be dirt,filth and some stubborn marks on my hand.So,is life to us,whatever we choose to hold,it may go..vanishing into oblivion,like never ever was reality a bliss.That hurts.
If something vital just misplace,the pain is excruciating,indelible.If we,hypothetically catch starts into our palms,would that too go?So what shall stay?Who shall stay?
So many countless nights,I pondered to reckon the truth,to gulp the veracity,no-one matters after the life is yours.The life shall be your way of dealing.No one shall soothe your worris?They do only for couple of days or hours,but does it makes you ultimate happy?
We need to identify the composed,intact version of ourselves,I guess..for our own soul can never leave us unlike the soil or stars untill it’s time for us to take a last breath.Sigh!
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Hola to you all!
This post is going to be all about my love and respect for the chilean writer Pablo Neruda,a poet-diplomat and a politician.His work is divine,religious for me.The translations are so much intense and intriguing for a poet like me.My inspiration for seeking life,love is inspired from this man.His pen wrote all the mysteries in an artistic way that provokes all the happiness,self-actualization in brevity.Words become holy,if it is him.
I aim to cherish his work till eternity.If you doubt on me,dear readers..see for your own eyes then.
If I could be a trace of his work,I for once I could have a glance for his pen..my entire universe shall be cherished like a candle producing light.
Thankyou Mr.Neruda.You shall be always respected.