Poet Without Paper

They say to make a man;
Break him first
And only then the broken pieces
Ever becomes poetry
Alas no poet worth his salt
Has ever felt sorrow
For his feelings
Are bound to words
Which he passes down the morrow
So others could see it too
Like dry puddles of rains long past;
The shape; a shadow faded
Into brittle skin
And wounded wind
And a disguise that weighs too vast

There is no shame in being silent
As the world marches on;
To step aside the rails
And lay down in the fields
Be buried in sands of wheat
Or an ocean of daffodils
Or catch clouds in their azure kingdom
And lift wind with lifeless arms
Touch sky with tender lips
And grow stars in burnt down farms;
But nothing will, come of this quite,
No wrong that remains, shall turn right
Alone, here, in chambers
The ashes would glow
Broken pieces in an unbroken flow.

8 thoughts on “Poet Without Paper”

  1. I am running out of words to praise you now.

    “Alas no poet worth his salt
    Has ever felt sorrow
    For his feelings
    Are bound to words
    Which he passes down the morrow”

    These words, I know, I will not forget!

    Second stanza is as brilliant as a standalone poem in itself.
    This is POETRY for me!

    And I will never understand how ridiculous and empty wordplays have more likes and comments than TheHumanAnvil’s poems! What a world to live in.

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    1. Thank you my friend.
      Your constant support and encouragement is truly a thing of beauty. I am lucky to have your admiration and will cherish it forever.
      Just as a writer’s words finds meaning in a reader’s heart so does the reader’s feeling give what’s written it’s relevance.
      We live in a karmic circle of give and take. Thus, the compliments you bestow upon me for my work belongs to you too, for without you my friend, they would have no meaning; there is no World without a Witness, no observation without an observer.
      So, thank you, for helping me in all my past, present and future endeavours. For all I care the credit of it belongs to all.
      Godspeed 😊

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      1. You are too kind and humble, and I adore that a lot. More than anything, I ardently respect you and your work. You inspire me, and I look up to you. I really do.

        …Then I hope I get to witness your world for as long as possible (God willing).

        I am grateful for your time and for your beautiful and wise words. Thank you for such a wonderful comment. I am honoured.
        You are always in my prayers.

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  2. I know this is downright annoying but once a friend told me how only the writer himself knows/can grasp the meaning behind his words ; and it’s all right if his readers do not get it – it’s not the writer’s fault – to which I did not completely agree. I might have bought that but her own writing lacks expressions and clarity (ergo no credibility).

    I just wanted to thank you for the above comment! This novice writer too has come to believe in it – the writer-reader relationship. I hope you know that your poems can change/shape your readers’ way of looking at the world/life.

    (I personally relate to your poem “Pocketful of Paradise”. God knows how many times I have read it.)

    I guess my July quota is over. Lol. I will see you in August now.

    And please feel free to delete this comment.
    Thank you.

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