Category: Poetry
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Book Review – The Heart of The Matter – Graham Greene
“The Heart of the Matter” by Graham Greene is the story of Henry Scobie, a major in the colony of Africa. Racism is rampant; slavery is common and religious drive is taken seriously. Scobie is a pious man, not outwardly – he refuses to attend mass with his wife – but from inside. He takes…
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Significant and Heartfelt
Though all forms of writing are unique, poetry stands out. Mainly because it is so commercially unsuccessful, and anyone who writes it has to be passionate about the craft and not money. I have written poems all my life, and I am happy to publish an anthology of them in my new book, “Significant And…
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Aliens
There is world, vast and uncaringLonely and beautiful and fearsome,meaningless and undying, compassionateand tuneful, inharmonious and barren.You decide to reside on mars,just for the sake of noveltyAnd to take only the few humans,who love you and have unquenchingThirst for random snippets of mockeryand the trees that do not dwell in thepast life of thornful rose-queens…
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Ask Manik : What do poets want to express after all?
Poets want to express the inexpressible. Yes, the real poets seek the challenge of putting in words stuff that can not be put in words. No poet wants to write about the red flask in front of you. That is the task of a painter or photographer. Poets want to write about the emotion that…
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Music
as the music seeps deeper in the recesses of my neuronic pathways pathways like the water of the first rain in the hungry earth i rejoice the feeling of being alive
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Phosphenes
Does it make senseTo own one’s desiresAnd hold you inMy arms, closed andWarm like a phospheneMemorised, drunk and deadLooking in your eyes,Trying to make senseOf the patterns ofLife with what youHave to judge and classifySensual emotions, lettingGo the anarchic impulsesAnd try to make senseOf one’s own desiresHolding my arms inClosed, memorised emotionsIn encrypted phosphenes
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Casual Poetry
Everyone writes poetry I used to try too Till the day I saw The sad and the good The sublime, the trippy Unlike anything I had seen From that day I have lost My ability to create a rhyme Everything that seemed mundane Suddenly seems so sublime
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Shifting Focus
Shifting Focusdisappointedthat no onelooks athimthe performerstarted tolook athimselfand enjoyingwhat hedidforgot thefaint signsdisappointmentlost in hisown worldintimately interconnectedand whenhe wasdrawn tothe beautyof silenceand visualisedthe millionpossibilitieshe realisedthe crowdaround himhad beenhypnotised
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Poem — Optimism
Sometimes all you need is a little bit of optimism A little song, a little dance and a little laughter To clear the gloomy air and the pessimistic clouds You need some bright sun and some fresh air She looked out of her window and sighed After looking at the watch the hundredth time “This…
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Life Itself
Sometimes all you need is life itself Looking at things with a pair of new eyes Sometimes all you need is dying in the moment Feeling the grass with wet feet and all Just the other day we were on the sidewalk Talking softly, leaving out the details Of what you meant and what I…