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The murky eve


While walking today
below the dusky eve sky
had many things to do
but I realized to be in
sole and meet my own-self

Is much more important 
In this world of attraction
or other foremost priorities 
I almost stopped giving 
it myself

Maybe that's the reason 
my poetic expressions hardly comes out,
 while writing this, I know still it's not
that poetic as it used to be 
not that rhythmic

Yet I'll never ever let lost
my passion, poetry!
Today somehow my blue inner world
quoth in solicitous ace
to get my pamper

The murky eve illuminated pessimist 
in me, 'again the world is ready
 to get lost in the evil darkness'
yet another day in its grip!!
No one can direct nature
But nature does

Comments

  1. Good one
    very well written , the last two stanzas were excellent
    Keep up with the good work

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    1. Glad you liked it! :)
      Thanks for stopping by and encouraging.

      Best wishes to you dear..

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  2. So, just keep boosting your confidence, dear! :)

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  3. Nature does... Love the way you penned this little one :)

    Someone is Special

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  4. Wow! Loved the last stanza a lot. Brilliant write up Simran! I wish the passion for poetry never dies in you :)

    My best wishes

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  5. That's quite intense. BTW, why the change? Also, poetry should come from heart, don't worry about rhyme and meter. I guess, days are not that merry on your side.

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    1. Here rhyme means : my poetry is not coming directly from heart as it used to come.
      Thanks for stopping by dear :-)

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  6. you'll do just fine on all murky eves Simran.. :)

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    1. Sweet of you!
      Your words make me confident.Thanks a lot!

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  7. This is a real beauty, and the last two lines "No one can direct nature But nature does" ... just WOW !!!

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    1. Happy to listen a WOW!!! from you :D
      That's my award!

      Thank you so much.

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