Anamoly

Anamoly

A Poem by Sindu
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sad rant

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Words and terms 
written with rhyme
bound in rhythm
reader a victim
As time flies
so does
 my making lies
hard to fantasize
in turn vulgarize 
laced with irk 
sanity lurks 
covered in plight
there goes
my light
Same stories play
as reels fray
news is a game 
political strain
routine a glitch
'let's find
someone to snitch'
why does one do that?
be a carnivorous rat
ruined is my appetite 
nothing anymore satisfies 

© 2015 Sindu


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Sindu
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Good...
An apperation in odd time... makes the writer to take the pen again...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Good honest rhyme with interesting detail. Great

Posted 6 Years Ago


Soo good! Loved the opening and closing lines

Posted 8 Years Ago


You really have a great way of framing sentences that gives the poem a flow..
If your not a rhyme fan and if your just experimenting,You should do this more often 'cuz i myself is into raps and rhymes and i think this is really catchy!

You know,You don't have to stick to the standard procedure always.. ;) Try something unorthodox and i'm sure you'll be surprised with what you can come up with..

Great write! Thanks for sharing such a lovely write!
Looking forward to read more of your works in the near future! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


sindu,

words are twined with internal rhythm when poet/writer infects them.The issue is that how he/she(writer) plays on them. There appears no end for his/her mating. It naturally discharges and make the readers infected immediately. It is universal law which dictates the programme. Once it starts grow inside the reader, there begins the creation in its full meaning.

carry on...........


M P Ramesh

Posted 8 Years Ago


I like this - you playing with form makes me smile :) I like the pace and the flow and the questions and the thought and the commanalities in life as well as the continual momentum of mind .... yes X

Posted 9 Years Ago


i am really intrigued by this...i like the natural rhythm....i am not a rhyme fan and rarely do it unless it just pours out that way...this sounds like that....just a pouring out of a very playful and creative mind.

after a while our words seem to get tasteless and stale, and we lose our appetites for writing...

and then for some reason the appetite comes back on its own...
and our pens gobble up the white space on that paper.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much! That made my day! I agree, I'm neither a rhyme person. I feel it constricting me .. read more
OMG ~ I want the two minutes spent reading this, back !!
Kidding my friend. I got the feel that the reader was being apologised to from the off for this one. To apologise one has to have wronged someone first - I dont feel wronged by reading this. In fact this makes me ponder whether I feel Im giving my all in my own writing and to come up with a resounding no !
You prick the conscience of the reader which we should be thanking you for - so THANK YOU Sindu.
:))

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

THANK YOU to you too- except that first line where I went ' what? Why?!'
I like your perspec.. read more
oh! these days are tedious even rats are having more fun than human, they ate my shoes, cables, couch etc.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sindu

9 Years Ago

Ever saw how giant those teeth marks are! Wonder how giant they will be.. Keep a bat or a broom and .. read more

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