...Below is what happened when I tried my hand at poetry :)
I guess if you keep it simple it ain't poetry.As Afaq used to say "it is poetry only if it is infinitely interpretable".
So I guess my next attempt would be to write a poem as abstruse as possible using a lot of oxymorons...like cold sunlight,fried ice-cream and sensible SS to name a few.
Time to let white cylindricals pearls soaked in in unmistakably familiar grime to travel in extremely sinuous labyrinths of a cave whose outer walls have been contracting and expanding for the past 24 years.....well time to eat chicken curry with rice. Well it's only a hint of how obnoxiously esoteric one can get.
Time for some more poems.....will write.
How my eyes burn!!
Wish I could use them
turn by turn.
Staring so long,
is it a life gone wrong?
It stares back!
With a smirk, it says
“Whatever you do, you lose this race”
Day in and day out
I come back to this hideout.
I don’t have a choice.
I may get paid butI don’t have a voice.
From the time I wake up
till the time I collapse.
There is nothing humane
it’s all a digital mishap.
Somehow I reconcile,
drop ideas of exile.
I get cheerful again
thinking my worries were in vain,
I come back to my ‘work’,
but know there will be no succour
as I sit down resigned
and switch on the Monitor.
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