What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
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It was lonely again, before the dawn
Besides a hope of morning dew
On etched windows and blades of grass
A brand new morn in its ebb
A lustful night in its tide
What would it take to get over that smile?
@Buddha:
That was lovely.
It would be an interesting exercise to get several such contributions juxtaposed.
I used to participate in this kinda thing on Kavitanjali.com
M sure there are still chain poems with a lotta awesome contributions available for a read...
Its a personal take, and what makes it worth it that every person is different! :)
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