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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Saturday, 6 October 2007

..a dark poem...

the wounds tht u have given will remain der ...
the pain tht u had given will stay forever...

the misery tht i went thru...
the scars tht ve been made by u....

frst cut is the deepest...
i ve been thru wid the tempest...

i though tried to love again...
but all i felt was nothin but pain...

nw tht u set me free...
i feel like being ME...

i rose frm the ashes like a phoenix...
ur luv was nothin but jinx...

nw tht i found love...
ur luv is wht i shove..

now tht my life's a fest..
still 'frst cut was the deepest'..
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