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I am on a break.
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Charles Bukowski (The Last Night of the Earth Poems)
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i am very raw, just like an unripen mango, when it comes to writing poetry. i am like a half-grown tree that takes refuge in the shadows of tall great trees like robert frost, john keats, emily dickinson, sylvia plath, byron, shakespear, whitman, rilke, bukowski and many more. i am growing slowly and steadily in their companionship. but not to forget, i have to find my own voice while reading them. most of the time when i read keats and i rhyme like him, i read shakespear and in my poetry you replace with thee, i read byron and i stuff mythology in my poetry, i read bukowski and my poems stink of stubbornness and boldness. and that is why i keep telling people who tell me that i write good poetry that it's not my own voice. i am yet to find it.
nowadays, i came to a realisation that i am writing rarely and whatever that I am writing, I am writing less poetry and more ramblings. ramblings that i want to let out just because i think people will like them not because I want to write them. at times I don't even feel like i am writing poetry but still i keep adding these pieces into a stock of meaninglessness. poetry loses its meaning and value when it is written for others and not for the self. even after knowing this i let these ramblings out to clear the space, hoping that more beautiful poems will occupy that space, poems which will be more meaningful to me rather than others.
i am not the kind of a poet who is obsessed with poetry. no, i won't lie that I can't live without poetry. i am selfish bastard who turn to poetry and who likes to feed on poetry only when i am in a dire need of it. be it writing poetry or reading poetry, i do it when i feel like doing it. often, i get this feeling that i am betraying the art but i don't really care. when i force myself into writing, i create more ramblings and less poetry. i detest the poetry that i write for the sake of writing but when i write for myself, a heavenly feeling of satisfaction takes place in my heart which help me go through a few weeks without writing anything. and that's why i jumped on a conclusion that has been written by a great poet like robert frost years ago. that 'to be poet is a condition, not a profession".
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poetrybysumedh · 3 years
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to sun
o eye of the heaven, you shine
every day in the abode of sky
with all your vigour and strength
but wouldn't that sunshine be futile
if there wouldn't have been earth,
and all the earthlings dwelling upon it?
wouldn't you be just a burning ball
if there wouldn't have been me
and my brethren
who would have bowed before you then
and who would have thanked you
for your existence?
now that you know that your existence
depends upon me just like
my existence depends upon thee
let me tell you that the burning love
beneath my ribs is just like you;
futile if not for the existence of my beloved.
Sumedh Wavhal
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poetrybysumedh · 3 years
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I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
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How often do we say that 'I don't have enough time for myself'? All the time I guess! But there is a misconception among us regarding giving time to ourselves. We are habitual to consider that only the time that we give to the activities that we love to do or the activities that elate our mood as ours. Like, in my case, I love reading books, watching movies, writing and when I get time to do these activities, I think I have enough time for myself. But when it comes to the activities which are a little tedious, which we do not enjoy doing, which needs a little bit of effort from our side, we don't consider time given to these activities as ours. We divide time in parts. A part for family, a part for job, a part for friends and the problem starts when we don't consider time given for such parts as our own. When we will start considering time given to family, time given for job, time spent with friends as our own, we will start having enough time in out plate. And the key to do so lies in one simple phrase: being present in the moment.
- Sumedh Wavhal
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poetrybysumedh · 3 years
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Just felt like doing this crossover. It looks beautiful!
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by Sumedh Wavhal
Instagram: @sumedh.wavhal_
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Like A Dream
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there in the night,
I wake up and again
you are not beside me.
my heart craves for
your company like the
night craves for the
tender shafts of moonlight
the night breeze sneaking
through my window flutters
through my hair, caress my
cheeks and it only reminds me
of the touch of your lips.
but maybe now you are like
those dreams to me which
are not meant to be fulfilled
but are just meant to be
cherished like a life-long longing.
- Sumedh Wavhal
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