each and everyday for you to grow as you cultivate your passion.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Importance Of Social Media: Unlock the Power of Social Media to Elevate Your Poetry
each and everyday for you to grow as you cultivate your passion.
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Memories Of You
today I sat lonely on the mat
our old ragged place
where we learnt to love
and never let go
where our beautiful souls
learnt to embrace
the eternity of love
the thing we called ours
on this torn mat
facing the beach, —
the sand ourfeet used to know
pictures of you stillroam
ravaging my thoughts.
Here on this mat
our souls learnt to make
stronger promises
So did our eyes —
learnt to deny what we say
our ears deaf to the core
and our hearts learnt to betray
Oh! Dear these memories
all the stories we wrote together
consume every bit of the fragments
of my broken heart
these memories of you
lingering my scar-full heart.
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Do You Wander Enough?
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
The Definition of Poetry by Great Writers
Throughout human history, the definition of poetry has been eloquently explicated by great writers. It is not a fixed concept but a living, breathing art that shifts with time, emotion, and perspective. Yet, some of the greatest minds in literature have attempted to grasp its essence in the following ways:
1. William Wordsworth
For Wordsworth, poetry sprang from the heart. He described it as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. It takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."
In his view, poetry begins in the heat of emotion but takes shape in the calm that follows—when the soul reflects and finds clarity. His poetry was grounded in nature and human experience, where even the ordinary could become extraordinary through quiet contemplation.
2. Percy Bysshe Shelley
Shelley viewed poetry as a force of revelation. He wrote that "poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar."
To Shelley, poetry was a kind of awakening—it removed the dull film that routine casts over life and reintroduced us to the wonder of existence. It reframes what we take for granted and allows us to see the extraordinary within the everyday.
3. John Keats
Keats believed poetry should elevate, surprise, and feel intimately personal. He wrote, "Poetry should surprise by a fine excess, and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance."
His vision of poetry was rooted in beauty and truth. For Keats, a poem didn’t need to be clever or novel; it needed to feel like a forgotten part of the reader’s own soul, rediscovered.
4. T.S. Eliot
In contrast to the Romantic poets, Eliot argued that "Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality."
For Eliot, poetry was not a confession, but a discipline—a refining of thought and feeling through craftsmanship. True poetry, he believed, transcended the poet and reached into something more universal and enduring.
5. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Coleridge offered perhaps the most succinct and elegant definition when he called poetry “the best words in the best order.”
With this, he captured the heart of poetic artistry. Poetry is not merely what is said, but how it is said. It is the music of meaning, the precision of language molded to evoke both thought and feeling.
6. Robert Frost
Frost brought it full circle, beautifully articulating the transformation that poetry enables: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
This elegant line speaks to poetry’s power to translate the inarticulate—to give shape to the ineffable and provide clarity where once there was only feeling.
Friday, May 30, 2025
A NIGHT DANCE WITH THE SHADOWS
She tiptoed through the backyard of the barn,
Deep in the middle of the night.
Moonlight illuminated the whole space,
As nature sang its songs.
She held my hands with her soft palms,
Her eyes shone like the morning star.
A gleeful sparkle put the dark
into sparkling flames of love.
We danced —
danced through the endless night.
Her skin shone bright,
Her radiant face like the sunset.
She was a glowworm in the night,
An angel, the giver of light.
Like an angel, she flew —
flew with glowing beings of the night.
flew — flew away like a rope-less kite
into the twilight zone
& Never returned
never came back
where she belonged
she faded like a shooting star
lightning— disappeared
gone — faded away
now I dance with her shadows
memories of our night cuddles
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