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I Am Not a Poet…



Then who am I?
What’s my identity?
I talk about raindrops
I can smell the red earth…

I talk about loneliness
I talk about the distant sky
I try to calm my soul
With some benevolent words...

The sit alone in a park
I constantly keep gazing
The hazy moon in the dark
I love everything that’s bright.

My heart half- clogged, half smoky
The galaxy where I dwell
Is so full of ecstasy…
I extract happiness from prose

Weaving a tale make me proud
The walls praise me
The darkness seems so very clear
Poetry is life, it’s reserved…

I am not a poet…
Then who am I?



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20 comments:

  1. I really liked the atmosphere this poem created. I thought there were a few technical difficulties, such as this line, "The sit alone in a park"...but you're definitely a poet. :)

    Well written.

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  2. the way all ur writingz go ur are noone else but a poet,
    and a pretty self introspective poet must say :)

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  3. Thanks Megharana :)

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  4. A question ...which not a lot of us have an answer...who am I....

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  5. HI Pallav,

    very well written and expressed , and you are surely a poet..in the making :)

    well done.

    take care
    ks:)

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  6. You are many things in one and so to narrow yourself in perspective as being one is certainly limiting to the person that is many certainties in one!

    Hope I made some sense!

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  7. YOu are You...
    You write and extract happiness from what you feel and write...
    And the world should know your dreams and ecstacy and your strife...
    YOU are not a poet.
    You are.
    A REVIVAL.
    A NEW LIFE...
    God bless.

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  8. The words he carved is suit for all,natural one.

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  9. creative ambiance delicately weaved.

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  10. @megharana…It was an introspective poem and you interpreted well. Thanks for reading my poem :)

    @Shahid…True! Discovering your inner self is quite a daunting task. But, remember there’s always a silver lining.

    @Vivek…Thanks for the compliment. I wish :)

    @Suryatapa…Your wow made me smile :-)

    @Rakesh…Absolutely sensible. You are undoubtedly one of the prolific writers who know the art of blending the absurdity and reality well.

    @Gazal…Your lines are so very inspiring. Gave me goosebumps.

    @Navsingh… Natural lines, natural words come out from a natural feeling. Thanks for reading and appreciating my poem.

    @Arpana…Thanks for the delicate praise:)

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  11. If you are not a poet, then you surely are a lonely person, as those symptoms are a sure sign of loneliness.
    :)
    Kidding, great work man.

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  12. Thanks acai berry :P

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  13. sometimes I feel loneliness makes us poet... its only when our heart breaks that we start noticing things around us... and try to explain ourselves through them ...
    you definately are a poet... else how could you describe it so beautifully :)

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  14. maybe you are a dream weaver.. :) you do write beautifully Pallav . My poems seem to fade away in front of these. loved this one

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  15. @Rajlakshmi…Loneliness makes you think, you become restless and then you try to write. Suddenly you find a poet in front smiling at you.

    @Tikuli…Your calm words have inspired me. There’s so much modesty.

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  16. Who am I is a question, which definitely everyone asks onself! but bringing it out like this is interesting!

    nice one Pallav!

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  17. Thanks restless heart :)

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  18. so then... who are you? :-)
    very well expressed...

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