Doodles

 

 

 

 

Doodles/

By Sami Khalil

(Had these feelings of inferiority when I started writing and when my family and friends did not believe in me …)

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I felt like a dud!

In my lonely cogitations

Upon my forgotten doodles

Dissevered from evanescent aeries.

 

I felt tawdry!

In my precious broodings

Upon my cacophonous surmises

Enraptured in fastidious poetic words.

 

I felt helpless!

In my unheard, unseen inwards

Upon melodious heart-strums

Entrailed in recesses of life’s songs.

 

I felt traceless!

In my alternate universe

Upon my scalding babblings

Sky lined of exploding recognitions.

 

I felt a poet...In self-gratitude

When life left him wafting in the breezes

When love left him lapping in the waves

When death left him mourning in past arrears.

Reviews

[Belle]

Sami, I have been here thrice but I was just trying not to comment because I was not sure how far my words can take me, yet I can't resist myself from not sharing my thoughts about this, so here I am. I can feel you completely. It is truly sad when the people we care too much do not appreciate the only important thing that makes us happy and we know we fully posses. It becomes a battle deep within if we will continue to believe in it, in our capabilities or we just let it go because it does not anyway brings happiness to the ones we love-- that each time we pen we feel the guilt somehow; it feels like needles pricking us in the middle of happiness every time we come up with good poetry...

[Vidya Bacchus]

It is hard when you try to do your best and you feel like it is'nt good enough it especially hurts when it is your family .Your emotions come across very well in this piece sami.Great as usual:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I can't imagine anyone not believing in you, dear Poet and your exceptional writing, lovely, thought provoking writing here!

[Mehak Mushtaq]

I love the way you start the poem with a sentence and suddenly turn it into a rhyme. Almost, all of us connect with the concept of being thought of incapable of writing poetry. Sometimes, it's our own conscience mocking at us.

[Great Aunt Astri]

BOY! What a lot you have got to learn from! What a multitude of emotions to play with. What a matrix of tessellations to turn into poetic tunes! What an apercu to dip into! MORE! MORE!

[Laminators Dubai]

i know that feeling,
its hard to make them understant
really great poem!
give wings to thoughts

[Joyce S. Greene]

Yes Sami, poetry can be a lonely pursuit, but the beauty poets can create is endless. We are lucky to have communities like WC to give us the opportunity to share our words with others of like minds and therefore find positive reinforcement for what we spend so much time alone and unappreciated. This is a fine poem and I really enjoyed it. Bravo!

[Shane Mohamed]

What's up Sami, I think that your family and friends gave you an unintentional boost and incentive, although they might not have known it. It seems like you have started in humble beginnings, which are hurdles that any great literary must cross. I've told you before that you soak-up knew knowledge like a sponge. I'm sure that your family loves you, and they might have had different plans or roads for you to tread, which was the same case for me, coming from a Middle Eastern background as well; maybe their linguistic background was not as strong as your; I'm guessing that Arabic is their primary language, which is understandable. Realistic confidence is a great thing, especially if you have the talent to back it up. Now all you have to do is be able to stand on your own and become a known and published poet or author; whatever you may choose. Take positive criticism when it comes your way and learn to grow a tolerance to negative feedback, because it will always exist. A final technical note: if you wish to use the etc. dots in-between your words, leave a space before and after between the words; and if you wish to finalize with etc. dots then they become four:
She tasted so sour ... she tasted so sweet;
She left me on a lonesome bitterly lame street...."
The best of luck to you my good friend. Write till your heart's content.

[minisla]

Well written. Real depth and understanding how it feels when others doubt your beliefs.

[AmandaN]

Beautiful use of language . I miss writers like you.

[Ayvid N]

What a beautiful narration on the psyche of a poet...you show a writer, a mirror to his soul. Truly, a poet is sometimes left so alone in his thinking, his lonely musings... A writer is all about his loves, his lies, his failings and his deaths. Thank you for this outstanding creation and for making us reflect on our art, our life.