Lifeless… yet there
I want to be made, just a memory,
not concrete, just something abstract,
a play of the mind, real or unreal,
a question to be answered, but never been,
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I want to be made, just a picture,
body-less, with nothing, to key the clogs
of a futile mind, left unacknowledged,
but for my colours grimacing at you,
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I would want to be, just a single word,
you would sometimes, recite in your sleep,
having no soul, no truth, no reality to cope with,
defined by those letters, stringed together,
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I would want to be a ripple on the pond,
in which you can see, your own distortion,
ignoring the worthlessness of me, the me
being left whirling around, in concentric circles,
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I would want to be, the blow of air,
that comes by, to kiss your cheeks,
and you take it in, not having seen me,
being I am nothing but gas and vapour,
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I would want to be, a single grain of soil,
undistinguishable, among many others,
of the same size, colour, and shape,
broken up into a minute existence,
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I would want, to be the dew drop,
of your red eyes, unnoticed, sneaking,
surviving in your pain, I am lost
when you wipe me away, to oblivion,
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I would want to be a thing with no life,
for life has betrayed me, much and I shall
rest, as that memory, sand grain, blow of air,
or eye pearl, ripple, picture or just a mere word
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I wish I could… be with you somehow
I wish I could, just be a memory,
not concrete, just something abstract,
coming to make you giggle, when
life seems hard, and you need a good laugh,
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I wish I could, just be a picture,
body-less, which you could keep,
in your closet, to sneak a look, in
the dead of night, with a nostalgic smile,
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I wish I could, just be a single word,
you would sometimes recite, in your sleep,
no obligations, but a desire etched,
in those letters stringed together,
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I wish I could, just be a ripple, on the pond,
reflecting all that, what you want to see,
through your own eyes, you can find,
your truth whirling around, in concentric circles,
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I wish I could, just be a blow of air,
that comes by, to kiss your cheeks,
and you take it in, not having seen me,
an acceptance, of something pure and free,
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I wish I could, just be a single grain, of soil,
unrecognizable, among many others,
becoming the ground, you pass by,
wishing you may feel, the feel of me,
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I wish I could, just be a dew drop,
of your red eyes, unnoticed sneaking,
taking away your pain, as you wipe me away,
or I drip down to oblivion, and you feel safe,
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I wish I could, just be an inconsequential thing,
so that I can, see you live, through my sorrows,
become that memory, sand grain, blow of air,
or eye pearl, ripple, picture or just a mere word
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I wrote a poem(the earlier one) and it has a depressing tone to it, if you have noticed. Then, I thought of playing with it and I converted it into a romantic one(the latter one), with certain changes in the words and the tone of it. I guess, my poetic style has remained the same in both of them. The change has just come in its tone.
How important is the tone of the poem? How is it influenced? What do you think?
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