Monday, August 13, 2012

Of poets

No rhymes, no verses.
I could write in words
plain and simple.
In words that
don't hide in themselves
any unseen meanings.

I could still call it poetry, perhaps.
Even without the cloaks of metaphors
unfurling in the blizzard of feelings.
All expressions would lay bare
and letters would shiver naked
on pages white as a stark bulb.
And the words they formed
would define, not allude.

Yes, sure I could do that.
Like you say,
what is the need for
layers upon layers
of unnecessary veils?

But then I could nothing deny.
And behind the duality of
undecipherable meaning
I could not hide, could I?

6 comments:

Anand said...

What?

Nivedita Agashe said...

its a poet who wants to write about his/her feelings to get an outlet but doesn't really want to show them... so he/she hides in the dual meanings of the metaphors he/she uses.. if someone guesses the correct meaning of the poem, the poet can always deny it.. but if the poem was to be written in plain, simple words then probably his/her feelings would lie bare for everyone to see clearly

Anand said...

oh isn't that what you do? hehahaohoho

Nivedita Agashe said...

we elitist intellectuals don't like to abuse in public... (making extreme snob face)

Nivedita Agashe said...

Btw this thought came from the thing you keep dating about writers twisting things and saying the same thing with ten different expressions or metaphors

Nivedita Agashe said...

Saying...not dating...typing from the phone so....