I am a man full of dreams. Dreaming is just my way of going there. One time, I was writing and I discovered my passion of writing. I said once to myself, "I will be known writer and poet." I started writing poems in random subjects, and find myself enjoying as I am enkindling my passion. I am a timid guy who can't vent out feelings through lips. However, through writing, my feelings were vent out, were expressed out.
I am the unknown poet.
BIRDY'S NOTES
I think I'll never be a poet.
On a summer vacation,
A home deafening silence,
Sensing the desolation.
Everything halts and gets warm...
When melodious chirps that no one heard,
Begins my fate.
Tweeting on the roof like a toff-poet, I am.
The moment of hearing Baby Bird's chirps -
Opens the gate -
Gate of opportunity.
That chirps become my harmony
To note my own poetry.
THE JOURNEY
There was once a boy
Who traveled with joy
But don't have a plan
On how to take his run.
Just stood on the edge
And had his pledge.
To accomplish the task
That's hidden in the mask.
Hitched the bag around his back
Ready for the journey he wanted to track
But still set on to find
Something in his mind
He stumbled thousands - fold
But rose again and again and hold
And struggled to win
The journey he was in.
Even he was ripped and torn inside
Still believe that hope will come beside
Triumphant will come afterward.
Looking forward to see that boy soaring high
Like an Eagle in the sky.
LIGHT TO GUIDE
As Crimson-sun sets on the West,
I've to get the golden sword in my chest
To jut down the passion - God bequest.
A sleepy darkness came in wide blanket.
Then, 'twas out of my sight - I've go for quest.
'Cause I've something to write in my pamphlet.
I badly need a lustrous light, but where will I get?
Not from the beautiful star in the East,
But from the huge moon I peep the least -
Grant the wish of the Mister, please!
ASTRAY GOES MY WAY
Diverged.
Standing.
I in between the two roads:
The left road has a tollgate
And a modern life to quest -
An instant.
The right road's bowed with bamboos,
And varied undergrowth -
A long journey.
Confusion stroke my feet to wrong world.
Realization strung my mind to reality.
Oh! What road am I going through?
Where hence?
I stepped toward the instant one,
I was fascinated to its deceptive beauty
And pondered again,
"What if I'll track the long journey and have a great venture."
I paced backward and tracked, I was sure.
Undoubtedly, I entered faceward
Ne'er face about.
Stumbled with diverse vines;
I got itch, thorned, and bruised.
Struggling as I paced.
I was thirst and hungry, of one talent,
And tired, but even I went down a thousand folds;
Groping in the dark.
I think over about future.
As the new born dawn meets,
There will always be a rising sun.
However, I ponder as I kneed facing the rising sun:
"What will be my fate just tracking the instant one?"
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The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul
Poetry"Silence is the shadow of my pen." These are not mere poems for me, it is my emotion, a part of my life. ❤️ I now present to you THE UNKNOWN POET: Untold Soul. "I think I'll never be a poet." The Unknown Poet is no other than but me myself, and my S...
