What magic can fingers do. They can create music with just one touch. They can wipe away those hateful tears. They can help you dance or make a dance of their own. They help in making art of all kinds. Even to make a wrong right. They can do so much more, when they are intertwined.
Fingers can speak a language of their own. The language of touch. They can even touch another person’s soul, if you’re willing to use and lose your senses, all at once. Just one touch, is all it takes.
They touch, you feel; you feel, as they touch. The connection, the bond is everlasting; one can’t do without the other. What magic does this touch possess? Is it me or is it you that should be blamed?
Accidentally, when our fingers met at first, I swear I felt some kind of high. Like some high voltage shot of Ecstasy.
Sparks flew across which could light up the whole world and make the world go by; throwing me into a different zone, making me believe everything which I otherwise won’t. That moment made me believe – as your hand was holding mine and when I looked deep into your eyes – I was home.
Finally I managed to complete (or fail at) the skipped assignment for Writing 201: Poetry (Concrete Poetry). This took so long that I can no longer modify the shape I wanted (a star). I thought it is such a simple shape…. Since this is the first time I have tried something like this, I had no idea it would take so much time. Can’t believe I wasted a couple of hours on this! And I still can’t access the Commons. Help! 😦
But anyway I hope at least the poem is not a disaster like the shape! So I am posting the same poem with and without the concrete poetry effect.
As always comments and feedback will be highly appreciated. Thanks! Enjoy! 🙂
Form: Concrete Poem
Wish For A Star Fish
It’sa starlitnight Withthe stars so
bright Shining away with
glory Somewhere deep down Nowhere to be
found In the bed rock sea of
vastness Lying around in a corner Sweet little star fish.
Which came first? The one in the sky Or the one in the sea?
A connection between Parallel universes One is alone in space Another is stranded
at the beach.
As cheerful as colorful Red blue or gray Millions of years old Whether found in seabed or sky bed
If you find one at the sea shore You are
lucky Be lucky for the starfish too Throw it back in the ocean Coz maybe it wished upon a star For a miracle
of water And got
night With the
~ stars so bright ~ Shining away with glory Somewhere deep down Nowhere ~~~~
to be found In the bed rock sea of vastness Lying around in a corner Sweet little
star fish Which came first?The one in the sky Or one in the sea?A connection
between Parallel universes One is alone in space Another is stranded
at the beach. As cheerful as colorful Red blue or gray Millions
of years old Whether found in seabed or sky bed If you
find one at the sea shore You are lucky Be lucky
for the star fish too Throw it back in the
ocean Coz may be it wished ~~
~~upon a star ~~ For a miracle
~~~ of water And ~~~~~~
~~~got~~~ ~~~~ you ~~
Yeah so I drew this butterfly the other day. I know, I know, I sketch like a 5 year old! Or even worse! But I really hope the poem am sharing isn’t as bad. Please lemme know what you think!
So here goes…
Slow n steady: life full of boredom, A caterpillar can’t do stuff at random. Until it gets beautiful wings, And sees world’s full of things. Then begins a journey fuelled with freedom…