I’d ne’er seen you before
I covet to see you more
You went past me in a flicker
Sure, my heart beats did trigger
My eyes looked at your way strong
Undeterred by fellas’ throng
You went, ne’er to look back
Yet, wish’s not had a crack
Stranger you were, a moment ago
In you, I found my alter ego
Tho’, did fail to strike a chord
Away, you just trod, trod and trod
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"I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever"
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Be like the river. Keep going. Why bother about uncommon strangers and
anonymous bloggers?
Enigma,
:) The lines quoted were so inspirational. You are right, there I see another stranger,equally good, coming.... hahaha.
Why did he run? Was it a whim?
or was it some subliminal chemistry?
or did you happen to read him
some of your mushy poetry?
(I'll be hiding under my table, in case you're looking for me)
:))
I feel the last one seems fairly apt :)
You'd better hide , not to be spared from the bash treatment otherwise!
Spanning a sentence into two or more lines with a rhyming word thrown at the end of each of them alone couldn't make a good poem; meaning is the prime one, I believe. You know nothing of the uncommon stranger but you found your alter ego in him? You may have to exercise more control over your fingers or better, your mind, while typing.
@Anon,
Hmm... who says writing poems is easy? I am afraid, you mistook it as a poem! Thanks for being that kind to me. By the way, it was just a doggerel. I am even more wonder-struck that you visited my blog to find a poem……. very funny!
Who doesn’t believe meaning is the prime one? How do you know that I do not know of the stranger I am talking of. I am sure you are wrong here. I am not addressing all the anonymous folks in it. It was miserably interpreted. Am I crazy to be bothered about all the unnamed souls who drop here and there? Because, I felt something affable, I could sense that there was something ‘uncommon’ about whoever I was talking of . I am not sure but some people say, first-sight stuff etc ,,, what do you say about that?
All said and done, it was nothing beyond some imagination. Sometimes, thinking beyond requirement and feeling everyone and everything is phony is a little too trouble causing. Relax. I would be very happy if you can send a template of how a poem would be like
@Anon,
As you guessed it right, I don’t exercise my mind too much, neither do I want to.
I’ll very grateful to you if you can express what this comment was supposed to mean.
Forget it if it’s too difficult, you have strained your mind enough! ;-)
I go with everything you've said in your heated comment.
@Anon,
Go with everything? Then, where is the template for an ideal should-be-like poem ? Kidding.I didn't aim to make it a heated comment, but I was bewildered to see the interpretation while I had only written it on some vague imagination. As a word of caution,visit my blog,if you wish to, to find doggerels alone and nothing above and beyond it.Let this poor soul that does not even know where poets spring from be spared.
Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.
[Rhyme with reason]
Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snow
it fell into some radium
And now it can also glow
[Rhyme without reason aka limerick]
It hurts so much to let go..
friends robbed of their innocence
bodies at last in eternal repose
Mary and her lamb were separated
[Reason, no rhyme]
Mary had a little lamb, and
much was the love between them
Till the day she cooked mutton biryani
[Haiku]
The wise guy also presumes to contradict your statement by saying that doggerels do not have rhyme, Madame.
Hope your desire for templates is gratified.
@Nero,
I didn't get the intent. However,if no one has been this way, I am proud of introducing a doggerel with rhymes! :)
May I take the honours?
You call somebody a stranger when you don't know anything about him - his identity, characteristics, etc. But in your doggerel (doggerel too is a poem, though a poor attempt; so you cannot say you've not attempted a poem) you've mentioned that you've found your alter ego in him. That's illogical.
Even your title is illogical. As long as somebody is a stranger you cannot classify him/her as common or uncommon. He's just a stranger.
While I was referring this in my comment, you were repeatedly talking about some misinterpretations, bewilderment etc. It's you who have misinterpreted things.
Isn't saying that you go by whatever I said and then coming up with denial for the heck of it , illogical?
However, what amazes me is that you tend to bog your head down with illogical things!
Some prodigies have said that face is the index of mind, and I am not very bad at reading it. So, I could make out the difference I wanted to. So, no one can stop me from classifying anyone the way I want to.
I am happy I tried to write something. Not before trying will anything come to average folks like me.
One suggestion, chances of your heeding are less though, keep your brain away from illogical things and I am sure you know the way too. Let me keep away from what I find illogical for my own good.
Rashmi:
You may, milady. The honour is all yours :)
As for intent, do those lines look like they've been written with specific intent in mind? That was just an experiment, so please don't mind me.
Anon:
Good command over the language. You could perhaps try and tune down the vitriol.
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