If you could only place each thing
In its proper place, she said to me,
There! You’d be all set for life
No doubt on that score- even or odd.
If you’d just chart the course
Before you set sail, he said,
There’s no way to get lost,
Even if you wanted to.
There’s always a way- always-
Sometimes the sidewinder way,
The flip-back step, or perhaps
The jog where you are.
Forward seems best, she reminded me.
Advice, aplenty.
Suggestions, sometimes scheming,
To see me get on with it.
Especially when I simply don’t.
I write, and don’t pigeon-hole.
No poetry for me, thank you.
Prosaic and evenness too glib
For a ‘tart’y me.
Still, I give you this. You try.
You’ll never give up too, I know.
How ’bout, I tell you
What patterns there are
In sheer chaos, kaleidoscope-like
The shifting of each particle-sheer energy.
And the journey I take
Shall be by the stars – age-old
And infinite, in their wisdom too
Steady or shifting- they call my gypsy heart.
Yes, forward does seem best,
But how I love to linger in the
Quiet, distant pools of yesterday!
Sigh, sometimes weep, but, feel,
Feel. So much. So very much.
I write. Not neatly.
No method to it.
Ramble, in strips, disjointed idioms
Excessive tautology. I write.
The hyphenated circumstances
That abet this nonsensical whim
To- write- the pages-all in random order
Reel it up, from middle to end and then the beginning…
Leave me clueless as to where it’s headed.
Where I’m headed, for that matter.
No wonder then, it remains, till when,
Untitled – for now.
13 April, 2015
Day#13 of #NaPoWriMo is seriously surrreal. I’ll let you figure this one, and then tell me about it 😀
April 13, 2015 at 10:51 pm
Refreshing again! 🙂
Loved how it started nowhere and ended nowhere 😀
My favorite lines were:
“What patterns there are
In sheer chaos, kaleidoscope-like”
Patterns in sheer chaos and that to as enthralling as in a kaleidoscope! Beautiful!
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July 17, 2015 at 8:02 pm
Thank you David 🙂
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April 13, 2015 at 10:57 pm
‘Surreal’ and ‘serious’
Oxymoron obvious
The first two verses sense
The rest, for me, too dense
So, till you title, am oblivious!
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So there! Titi for tat! :-p
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July 17, 2015 at 8:02 pm
Thank you Gulshan! Hahahah! For now a bit of oblivion is good 😀
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April 13, 2015 at 10:59 pm
oooops, there’s an extra ‘i’ there somewhere! :-p
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July 17, 2015 at 8:03 pm
No matter, my friend 😀
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April 14, 2015 at 10:19 am
You have truly untitled the Untitled forever now. 🙂 If I didnt know this was about writing a poem, I would say you described life. I have too many lines that are my favorite.
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July 17, 2015 at 8:03 pm
I kinda hoped someone would get that it was about life too… 🙂 Thank you Rashmee!
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April 14, 2015 at 12:54 pm
Is it a rambling of a person so mad
or is it the opening of heart of a nomad?
And figured it out, if someone had had,
they will know for sure why it is best left unnamed.
Usha, simply wonderful.
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July 17, 2015 at 8:04 pm
Some things are best left unexplained and unnnamed, as you say, Govind 🙂 Thank you!
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April 20, 2016 at 3:15 pm
373 days later
There’s no change in stature
Title not thought
Outcome not wrought
But continues to be the comment-baiter!
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April 9, 2018 at 6:03 pm
Hahaha! Gulshan, sometimes it’s better to leave it unexpressed and untitled, I guess 😀
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