For all the rain drops fallen on my floor
I could only remember my tears.
They were the same:
Drop like,
Which came together to form never ending streams .
I told the sky not to cry.
It did not listen.
And when I told people about the sad sky,
They laughed.
They talked of monetary gains and granaries.
Poor sky!
And the irony of having clouds as friends.
I could only remember my tears.
They were the same:
Drop like,
Which came together to form never ending streams .
I told the sky not to cry.
It did not listen.
And when I told people about the sad sky,
They laughed.
They talked of monetary gains and granaries.
Poor sky!
And the irony of having clouds as friends.
Please dont mind, but the ideas presented in all of your poems are very vague and it appears that the writer himself is not aware of the preciseness of the stream of thoughts. You need be more precise and exact and concrete on your thoughts and stop straying from the path in just the few lines coming from your brain. Don't write just for the sake of writing, write because you really ave something to write. Always remember, a fool says because he has to say something bit a wise says because he has something to say. Good luck for your further writings.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the review.
ReplyDeleteI have always felt that art reflects our consciousness. The way our mind is, so is our art.
Ever thought about one issue for an hour? I think no one can think about one issue, even for a minute ! Thousands of images and thoughts come and go in a split second.
The paintings and poems reflect the same.