tumbling down, to the bottom of the hollow,
where nothing is such that can distract
me, finding myself surrounded by
my many sides: polar, dual, multilingual,
.
I meet up, with all my fragments at once,
so many, diverse, contradicting, insane,
and I discern, how complicated I am,
the whole lot I do, comes from them
.
acting it out for me, all these different traits,
dwelling in the same flesh, blood and bones,
combating for and against each other,
in a conflict of their impeccability and worth,
.
wanting to be an effective voice in my deeds,
I can not sprint away from them, from
these apparitions brought up within me,
sustaining inside me, being a part of me,
.
something I could do is assemble them,
into a single piece: befuddled, messed up,
ridiculous, dumb, strangled by the knots
of the properties tied of each into a bundle,
.
or I could arrange them in a queue,
beckoning the one I need at a moment,
restraining others, by my craft, from disrupting,
and invading the progressions of my mind,
.
but I doubt it would work out, for I am but
a slave to my instincts, and not the ruler,
and that is why it happens, that I get entombed
into doubts, fighting off with my identity, with myself
.
Well, this is the poem for 5 November for NaBloPoMo. I have also joined up with Rarasaur‘s team, Nano Poblano, as I venture into posting thirty poems in thirty days.
Also, I am linking it up with the Trifecta challenge, where we have been asked to use the word, craft, referring to the skill in deceiving to gain an end.
I really enjoyed that one. Very thought-provoking.
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Your thoughts and words always leave me happy and thinking.
I like your ways of imagination and the structure process that your style of writing leaves the reader thinking and inspiring.
🙂 Question: What is NaBloPoMo?
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Hey Charlie,
NaBloPoMo is being managed by YeahWrite and BlogHer, inspiring the bloggers to publish at least one post a day for the 30 days of November. I have slightly modified it for myself, by trying to post 30 poems. 🙂
You can still participate. If you are interested, go to any of the link I have provided in the post for more info and to know the procedure of signing up for it. 🙂
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Is it a free signing?
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P.S I just posted a new blog poem.
Check it out…it will trip you out. 🙂
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It is free signing up for it. But hurry… today is the last day for doing so. And yes, I am hopping over to your blog right now. 🙂
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Wow, that picture is incredibly striking. 🙂 Love the poem, as always– “entombed in doubts”, I’ve been there. 🙂
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Really love this one! And the picture is pretty cool too 🙂
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Right on! And that picture is fantastic!
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That last line sums up the confusion so well- “entombed into doubts, fighting off with my identity, with myself.”
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“I am but a slave to my instincts, and not the ruler”–I can relate to that all too well. Very well done.
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Amazing work. Sometimes I wish it was as easy as lining it all up into a queue!
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Hi Rowmie! I enjoyed the sense of fragmentation in this poem. Well done!
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Awesome poem and that picture is amazing. ♥
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Thought provoking poem and that picture is amazing. ♥
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The many facets of our personalities – interesting write Anmol and as everyone has said an amazing pic to accompany your words – thank you. (What languages do you speak?)
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I can read and write in English, Hindi and Punjabi… I speak predominantly in English and Hindi, but the upbringing is such that some Punjabi words sneak their way in a conversation. 🙂
Also, I have taken a month’s worth of French lessons but it has been a while. But that doesn’t stop me from using the few words I know, sometimes. 😀
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That is excellent – I only have mastered one and at times I struggle miserably 🙂
French – a beautiful langage to know – how are your studies going?
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Not so good. I find it hard to pick up the books. But yes, I am going to try harder. Thanks for asking. 🙂
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That’s quite ok – I am hear to give you that little nudge – perhaps today? 😉
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Oh! Thank you. I actually needed that. I’d like to do some studying today. 🙂
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right then – out with the books 😉 no time like the present. smiles
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Beautifully done – I really enjoyed reading this.
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Anmol,this is really awesome!Loved every word and I wish you all the best in this monumental task:-)
This poem also reminded me of one I had written ages back(in the 80’s when I must have been your age) which I posted on my other blog some months back-it is in Hindi,which was my medium of expression till last Dec :P.If you would like to have a “:dekko”,here is the link:-)
http://heart2heart-atreyee.blogspot.in/
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Yes, I just read the said poem and that last line hold so much meaning. We can’t deny our own existence and hence we just keep on surviving. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
And it is cool that you have saved your poetry from the 80’s.
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Thanks Anmol and so sweet of you to go read it:-)I have at least a 100 more -in my diary-,other than sher-o-shayari-those days there was no net,so kya karte?lol!Glad you could relate to my “old” thoughts 😉
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I tried writing in Hindi as well but it was never genuine. I was just forcing the words to flow together… and moreover, I found my love in English poetry and that works alright for me.
🙂
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Great:-)Am just testing the water in the area of English flash fiction since the last 8 months or so.Poetry,on the other hand, has always touched me and I think I do a reasonably good job with both the languages.My only lament-that I did not write for more than 15 years in between-what a loss!Ah,life!
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Really like this. From the “bottom of the hollow” to “fighting of with my identity” this is wonderful ride inside a person and their existence. Thanks for linking up and don’t forget to come back and vote!
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Terrific identity sparring you’ve done here!
Yes, we are all slaves to instinct.
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There’s an excellent rhythm that runs throughout the work, yet I find myself reading these lines again and again: “dwelling in the same flesh, blood and bone, combating for and against each other,” I like how the poem sounds when read aloud. It has a good feeling.
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Excellent Paul!! The management of all our pesky sub-personalities can be so tiring!
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I forgot to mention how much I loved the picture you chose too, HA! Just excellent.
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Very compelling piece. So many fantastic lines and it flows so effortlessly. Thoroughly enjoyed this! 🙂
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