Vivid Flavors of Distress

The dark sky, black as kismet

No stars or signs of the moon

And there, a firefly, flies away

To the distance… far behind

Far behind the unseen moon

 

I loathe what I'm doing, poetry

I loathe the words

As they flow out of my heart,

I pity them

I pity myself

For falling in love… with words

For I am obsessed, and now I fear

That the obsession may drown me within

 

And as I'm lost in a forest

Of thoughts,

I meander among the trees, my past

In search of the moments,

Those were left in the sands of time,

And all I find,

Are the trees that have been left behind

To putrefy, and shed away their leaves

For time to feed them with tears… n smiles

 

And these thoughts, I fear them,

Their mere subsistence,

The mere rhythm of the vivid flavors of distress

 

And when I hope to hate poetry

I get poetic about my abhorrence for poetry

Reviews

[Rahul]

nicely done.
smetmes, there's a time when we all gotta escape d ridges of such poetic life, esp. when we're found quite far fron reality, perhaps, as we make a move 2 get ovr things around, we seem more wrapped up in 'em so yeah... it's kinda very vivid flowers of distress that ain't taste well. well written!

[Sourav]

Very nice... especially the last two lines. Interesting piece of writing.

[kumars]

nice write ...............one who hate..

[writ rajat]

its a extraordinary poem ,
i read it completely,
due to i love poems heartily and heartily,
its choice of an author its not of reader,
always try make your talent as much as you can make it bigger

[Rasi Rana]

Nice piece of writing about your love hate relationship with poetry) It can be related to any person too, whom we Love but after a certain point or due to some circumstances try to avoid them but we can't)
Right?)

[Rasi Rana]

:)

I just wanted to put a smiley but comment box wants more than 10 words!!