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Thursday, October 23, 2014

◁▷Evergreen seeds of POETRY◁▷

The world was left un-explained in case of its beauty if there exists no poetry . I am fond of good poetry as it got its own legacy. I have a quote here to say about the writing.

Where the writing won't disappear in the dark.
There will be the enlighting and rejoicing spirits -Prasanna Dasari (me)


This is how i treat a gift of writing . And i consider myself as a part of it because i got an oppurtunity to come here and blog.
A poet/poetess makes use of all the things and they make broad ways to us to get a close look into the beauty. I will say this too..

All the beauties are dumb when there is none to explain and praise-Prasanna Dasari(me)

Imagine! there is a flower in front of our eyes it is what we are just viewing it . And there we are not just thinking about it, no praised words and nothing. To us a flower is just a flower. But, when we wake-up our inner poet ,he/she says lets feel the beauty of the petals and lets praise its creator and observe how it lives and fades. Words will then flow like a flowing river and its hard to keep an end.

We all are lovers of the beauty ,yes we are. But, it doesn't come up by just watching but our likeness but be triggered by a trigger and that trigger is those beautifull pen-made astonishing words and sentences.

If we learn to see through the lens of a writer ,then everything is worth. And there will be peace in our minds if we have an author mindset our logical thinking will never lead us to feud with un-necessary things/people.


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But it needs much practice and commitment to read or listen to anything with patience . I will say as below

The attention we pay to something we ought to listen is the investment we invest for our success-(me)

I was there when i hate to read the poems they seem to me as junk and useless and less motivated and lack of clarity and overpraise. But when my mind matured and when i faced the situations where i couldn't find words to explain it . Then i realised the need of poetry. Again i say..

When common words are lack and feels not fit ,there shows up the poetry-(me)

And now am in love with it..
And i would like to share here two of my best choices , one from a poet and other from a poetess.


WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Click here to know more




FEAR NO MORE

Fear no more the heat O' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy Wordly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more the clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre,learning,physic,must
All follow this,and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightining-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander,Censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young ,all lovers must
Consign to thee,and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
-William Shakespeare


SYLVIA PLATHClick here to know more







(photocredit:©abecerra;freeimages)MIRROR


I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is,unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel,only truthful
The eye of a little god four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink,with speckles. I have looked as it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness seperate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is,
Then she turns to those liars, the candles and the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness,
In me she has drowned a young girl,and in me an old woman
Rises towards her day after day,
Like a terrible fish.
-Sylvia Plath


These are the all time best my heart-hackers and i preserved these poems for many years in my rack.


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Since i developed the interest of R&W (reading and writing) the attitude adjustment is seen in me as if i am transforming the love much more and the nature of being myself like a selfrespect is said to be maximised. Now, my vision is unique and i see everything i pass through with an author eyes. I grab what that matters to me. Anywhere i go this will be my search, to write and write and write....endlessly.

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