My PoemA Poem by Balkaran SidhuPoetry about poetry .....A Poem of my life the silent words whispering to the paper. The intended things are not easily penned The intended offerings still stuck in the periphery of the mind. A million half-thoughts some divine,some satanic some pure ,some clear A cold flame smoldering. The verse hiding in my fingers some unfulfilled dreams of my heart like stanzas left on the brink an artistic blend of hope. A holy set of syntax Stern in lilacis,opened up and left among barest of sentences. The words of self introversion speaking to my consciousness sparking a new thought another verse growing. Like a cursed poet I write about pain and sorrows my own contemporary art. More to go in the words within Swirling about the themes Vortex varying velocity viciously Consciously attempting to make scenic of linguistics. In a situation beyond language Breaking the spell Embracing all possible muses Acting like the skies. Falling softly into my own words Under a perspective of a new Covering myself with my entire chroma Illuminating who I am.
© 2012 Balkaran SidhuAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on November 15, 2012 Last Updated on November 15, 2012 AuthorBalkaran SidhuHanumangarh, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutHome will always be here... Poetry Anthology- http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Facebook -https://www.fa.. more..Writing
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