In Oblivion....

Am I devoid of emotion?
Why can't I compose a poem?
I cry,but no tears flow.
I'm cold,but i felt no breeze blow.
My soul screams out my pain.
But I don't feel it....insane?
From an active participant,
have I turned mute spectator?
So many suppressed feelings,
I enjoy the void,content in its constance.
Nothing to ruffle me,cause ripples in my calm.
It's the first ,when I've used my wounds as my balm.
If grief truly is joy,
turned inside out,
I've found my healing touch,
without a doubt!

Sweet nothings :)

I'm trying to think of a suitable start,

To do justice to you,my heart ,

But the more I try, I feel despair,

For I can't seem to find the right words,

To describe your kind of care.

You are delightfully sweet,and dangerously so,

There's no point in lying,my soul you know.

Together we've sailed through highs and lows,

And our understanding,continually grows.

Love, as we have heard, may be blind,

But it's also fulfilling and uncommonly kind.

Throw in some laughter and generosity,

And you know,we're meant to be.

How do I know all this to be true?

The only reason,only answer is you.

Even when we're separated by a several miles,

You are still the reason,for all my smiles:)

Tips to write a poem

Been at home for 10 days due to a back problem...strictly advised to stay away from the system for now:)But this post was worth all the effort!

Well,the title must sound grand.So I'd like to give the disclaimer beforehand - I am not an expert!But the following tips work,95% of the occasions.The remaining 5% I'll attribute to moments of misjudgement:) And why 95%? Well,coz I got my first fan mail!!(Ok,maybe not "fan mail",but appreciation at least!!)So I must be doing something right!!Right?

And since I am an obnoxious show off(And proud of it too:P), I am going to share the mail,and my reply.(Applause!!;))

On Mon, May 30, 2011 at 1:22 PM, Saurabh Suman wrote:

Hi Renju,

I might be stranger to you but I've browsed your blog. and i was really impressed by the way you write. I also love the poetry but its not actually my cup of tea, but still i want to put my ideas in to the poems which the world should appreciate. Here is one of my poem(Can you pls just go through it and edit it wherever necessary):

You looked so happy with the path you had chosen
Getting everything in your life..money, fame everything
you have a Mercedes standing in your great bungalow.
what else you need? you look so happy
But my dear friend, you're making your life dark
Today you're busy with your work,
You don't have time for your friends
Coz running behind the money as it's in trend
Have you forgotten the days which were spent together
the days when we sat together, laughed together,
where are those days?

Look inside you, you think you're happy
no my dear friend
ask yourself do you have even a shoulder to cry
is there anyone who is with you
you don't have time for anyone else..except money

money isn't life,look outside
don't be so selfish, this time won't come back
there won't be anyone even if you will be sad
life is so beautiful, take a step, and give your time
to your family.. to your friends,
who were always with you, even when the world detest

That would be really nice of you. Also, i don't know how to end my poem

Thanks,

Suman Saurabh

My reply:

Hi Suman,

I'm flattered that my blog has impressed you so much that you actually trust me to proof-read yours!!Consider me obnoxious,but I'll be adding this as a part of my blog:)

I am no expert.I just tend to write whatever catches my fancy or weighs on my mind at a given moment.If I happen to have a pen in my hand at that predestined moment,I end up composing it!I am sure anyone else can do the same,so there is no need to undermine yourself.

Anyway,I went through your poem.I didn't edit it because, as an artist,I know how much of effort and creativity goes into every piece of art -be it a poem,painting or a sculpture.So I wouldn't want to tarnish what is rightfully yours.

However,I can surely make a few suggestions.However,it is up to you,whether to incorporate it or not.

1.You do have a poetic sense,but the rhyming could make it more lyrical.Lyrics are not essential,but then,it would add a musical quality to your poems.You have rhymed it at certain places and ignored it at others.So,somewhere,the lyrical continuity is missing.Well,it's my personal opinion.

But please don't go writing things like -

The cat sat on a mat,

It wore a pretty hat!

(That's stupid)...Write about things that really concern you.Write from your heart.Doesn't matter if there are no rhyming words,the end result is bound to be beautiful.

2.This may sound a bit harsh.But I think you should work on your grammar.Throughout the poem,the tense of the poem is not clear-Past,present or future.It looks like you are comparing the past with the present and are warning about the future consequences,but the sequencing could be better.Presently,the poem goes back and forth.It could confuse your reader.

3.The ending is the most critical part of any poem.For it reflects what you are actually trying to convey through a poem.I don't see anything wrong with the present ending of your poem.

However,for future reference,you can end your poems in several ways. 2 of my favourite endings are when -

a)You make the decision for your readers to follow - These kind of endings are in poems with a strong theme.Topics that you feel strongly about.And topics that you have an opinion on.And the way you end it should be such,that the predominant thoughts among your readers,after going through the poem,should be in favour of your opinion.Or totally against!Never let it be neutral,for a poem stems from emotions.And hence should evoke the reader's emotions.

b)You let your readers take their own decision - These are usually attributed to poems with a deep meaning.Wherein,the answers don't lie on the surface of the issue,and require some sort of soul - searching.On such occasions,it is best for the reader to decide himself/herself.On these occasions,you leave the reader with a question in their mind,prodding them to look for the answers,be it outside,or within themselves.

Well,these are all the words of wisdom I could add from personal style and experience.I hope you'll find it useful.

Keep writing,and make sure you enjoy it while you do.If you enjoy it,I guarantee your readers surely will!

All the best!

Regards,

Renju

It's an open secret...

There's nothing new about corruption,

What's sad is,it's now an established institution!

If all is fair in love and war,

then what prevailed,is this superstar..

I promise,this is no satire,

Just trying to gauge the vastness,of this empire.

Your boss is an ace skunk,

But you call him a charmer;

Your customer could die of frostbite,

But you promise it'll get warmer.

Don't think of them as humans,they're just resources.

To hell with karma and other cosmic forces!

You don't need an exemplary qualification,

Heck!You don't even need education!

If you just master,the trade and it's tricks,

Doesn't matter, how much your conscience pricks.

An added advantage would be a poker face,

and whenever required,some charm and grace

Honesty and sincerity, are now old fashion;

Integrity died a slow death,sans passion.

If work is worship,then the boss must be god,

But doesn't this supernatural being,strike you as odd?

Millions of contacts,no familial ties,

Retrospect a bit,and voila! A web of lies!

More money than can be spent,

no sense of consequence,or any moral bent,

And if caught,instead of hanging heads in shame,

Proudly enter,the infamous' hall of fame;

While the ever rotting downtrodden,give a wry smile,

Ask,"Hasn't this circus been on for a while?"

An original,not a version

I am gonna keep the faith

I am not running away

For I know it's never late

To make ityour day

I used to think I was small

But now I know my worth

I know this is not all

Mine wasn't an insignificant birth

I am meant to go far

yesterday,today and tommorow

For I am a bright,shining star,

Wont waste my life,wallowing in sorrow

Its time to dry out my tears

And to face all my fears

For I am a special person

An original,not a version

Not an adult, just a child

Walking down the memory lane,
I think of times that were more sane,
When i was free to be crazy and wild,
not a grown up,just a child...


How I miss those carefree times,
of simple math and nursery rhymes
I don't know if innocence applies here,
But there was definitely a lack of fear,
when imaginations could run wild,
not a grown up,just a child..

Incomplete homeworks , games all day long,
Life seemed a perpetual song,
Birthdays meant pouncing upon sweets and cakes,
inviting unwarranted stomach aches,
And just to stay away from school,
faking fevers and headaches.
And then couldn't deal with colds that were mild,
Not a grown up,just a child.

Now through my languid gaze,
I wonder where are those days,
Of laughter and fights,
learning the wrongs from the rights,
tears that followed,
pride to be swallowed,
my transition to an adult from a child

And love came calling....

From Inky-Gray to crystal blue,

Every season you have been through,

The colors of the sky and the seasons change,

Experiencing a spectacular range,

Having been through heaven and hell,

Lots to say,but nothing to tell,

Have the feelings made you numb?

Why do you stand,so mute ,so dumb?

Having ridden the crest and trough,

You have become really tough,

So why does the past,break into your shell,

creating an unrest,making you unwell?

And now when you have a spine of steel,

What's that once again you feel?

Sweet scents and rain droplets falling,

Once more,has love come calling?

Like I care!!!

I composed this poem long back when I was finding it difficult to express my anger in a more tangible manner;)

"Oh!I am so sorry.

But hey! I don't feel so.

You were not cruel

when you left me behind

So when it came to me,

what's with the change of mind?

When you jumped at opportunity,

you were taking a "risk",

when I do the same,

suddenly,I am a selfish OPPORTUNIST?

When you were ahead of me,

I was supposed to be a sport.

Now when I am ahead of you,

suddenly,I am worse than dirt?

Do you know what you are?

You are a hypocrite!!!

For about the only things that suit YOU,

you'll declare to be right.

You used me and refused me,

smothered my voice and confused me!

Now when my mind is finally clear,

what's the matter my dear

Now this may sound rude,

maybe a bit crude:

When I lagged behind,

you left me for the dead.

But now that I'm here,

Sorry pal,my chance to get ahead!!!!"

Its a different thing that I am more than tangible these days!!