When I set to write a poem, I feel as if my thoughts have evaporated and even if perchance, they are in abundance, they show an unusual recalcitrance to get ejected out of my pen. If in case, they eject out, they fail to dance in a meter, lack the flexibility of the poetic river that sways, bends, turns so admirably and finds its way out.
I sound vague, rhetoric and too verbose while composing a verse when otherwise, I should be shaped crisp, precise and as pointed as an arrow, that hits the Bull's eye. May be, I commit an error right at the first place. The error of "setting" to write poetry. Poetry, as I believe, is never planned. It happens naturally, follows its course and comes out of the womb of your mind. As Tagore once said "A poem is something that happens within, like a tear or a smile." It is akin to an emotion that is beyond the scales of measurement, non quantifiable. It cannot be weighed on the balance of right or wrong, good or bad. However, its beauty lies in how well it is expressed.
The problem with me lies in expression. Thoughts seem clogged somewhere, choked deep down. To express the self poetically, one has to feel absolutely free. One must write what he genuinely feels about and not what his prospective readers intend to read. A poet is NOT a poet if he caters to the interests of his readers. He unintentionally envelops his creation in falsity.
A thought that drives you to deep contemplation is easier to express. It has the flow, devoid of any forced emphasis. It flows serenely, bends femininely and twists gently. It has a freshness that gets communicated instantly, a subtle fragrance and an appealing factor. Its magic lies in its subtlety. A poem is hence precisely an articulated thought. The more honest you are while articulating it, the better it comes about.
No wonder, most of us (including me) find it easier to write a prose than a poem. Honesty being a prized possession, is rare too. The dishonesty somehow creeps in our writings too and makes it prose-aic .
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